Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 659: Feeling Sorry for Him?

At a time like this, everyone was just trying to survive. Besides, Aurora had Everett protecting her, so Dominic wasn’t worried about her either.

And really, people were too scared to do anything but run. They just hoped the ones who started shooting wouldn’t hit them.

Aurora was too scared to even breathe. Everett had rolled with her to shield her, and her head was aching from the impact. Then Everett yanked her up and said, "Run with me!"

Aurora didn’t have time to think. She bent over, grabbed his hand, and ran in the direction he pulled her.

Gunshots rang out again behind them, followed by screams from the crowd.

Aurora was gasping for air, her legs about to give out, but she had no choice but to push herself and keep up with him.

Even a moment’s delay could mean getting hurt—or worse.

Everett led her past a row of shops and ducked into a narrow alley.

She didn’t know if anyone was chasing them, but Aurora felt like she couldn’t run anymore.

"Hurry! Those guys won’t hesitate to kill—" Everett stopped wasting breath and suddenly scooped her up in his arms, charging forward at full speed.

Aurora’s mouth hung open as she panted hard, completely exhausted and tense. Cold sweat soaked her forehead and palms.

She had no idea how long they ran before Everett finally stopped in front of a car. He threw open the door and shoved her inside.

Aurora had just caught her breath when she saw Everett jump in and hit the gas, speeding out of the area.

The gunfire was gone.

Aurora was still breathing heavily, her face pale, her heart pounding with fear. What if something had happened to her...

The car tore down the road, wind rushing past. Startled, Aurora quickly fumbled to fasten her seatbelt.

The dim interior light gave a faint glow. No cars were following. Slowly, she started to relax.

She glanced over at Everett—and noticed his face was pale, his lips pressed in a tight line, his eyes filled with fury.

Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Aurora said, "Everett, what kind of people did you mess with? Now I’m caught up in this too!"

Everett didn’t answer. He just kept driving, silent.

Then Aurora saw the small bloody hole in his right sleeve—blood was steadily dripping out.

"Oh my God, you’re bleeding!" she gasped, reaching out instinctively to cover the wound.

"Don’t touch me! If I crash, I’m not letting you blame it on me," Everett snapped coldly.

Aurora froze, her hand in mid-air. She could only watch helplessly as the blood dripped down.

Her chest tightened. Seeing him like this... he must be in pain, right?

Driving with an injured arm—how strong did his willpower have to be?

Aurora couldn’t bear to think about it. She took a deep breath and forced herself to look away, even though deep down, she wished he would just stop the car...

After all, he was hurt. Driving like this—it wasn’t something just anyone could handle.

Silently, she prayed. Finally, the car pulled over near a patch of woods.

A winding path stretched into the trees.

Everett flipped on the headlights, lighting the way ahead. Then he grabbed a box from the backseat and got out.

Aurora followed.

"This car... it’s yours?" she asked, surprised as she watched him calmly pull out a medical kit.

"Yeah. Don’t scream unless it’s necessary. I don’t know if anyone followed us," Everett said in a low voice. He reached for his phone but realized it must’ve fallen out somewhere.

Forget it. First, he needed to take care of the wound.

Aurora stood beside him as he grabbed a small pair of scissors and cut his sleeve open.

She gasped at the sight.

The wound on Everett’s right arm—he must’ve been hit by a bullet.

From what Aurora could remember, the attackers only fired four shots, and all four were aimed at them.

Everett must’ve taken the hit while shielding her. She remembered how he pulled her to the side right before the shots rang out, and his body jerked slightly.

After that, he didn’t show any signs of pain.

Everett pulled out a small knife and looked at Aurora. "Help me clean this scalpel with the antiseptic."

Aurora jumped. "What are you doing?"

"Taking the bullet out. If I leave it in, it’ll get infected," Everett said calmly, as if it were no big deal. His eyes were steady, showing no emotion.

Aurora quietly took the bottle and cleaned the small surgical knife.

"Can you really do this yourself?" she asked, handing him the knife with a frown. "Can’t we wait for Tobias to find us and take you to a hospital?"

This was brutal. Was he seriously going to do this on his own?

And there was no anesthesia. Wouldn’t it hurt? ...Wait, was she actually feeling sorry for him?

Everett took the knife like he’d done this before and made a cross-shaped cut on his arm. "Can’t wait. They might take a long time to find us."

"Why? Are those people blocking him?"

Aurora couldn’t help but turn away, unable to watch something so cruel.

He was taking the bullet out of his own body. That kind of pain—most people wouldn’t survive it, let alone stay conscious.

Everett didn’t answer her. He wasn’t doing this just to survive—he wanted a little more time with Aurora.

So he had to make it seem like this "chase" was going to last a while.

Aurora could hear her own heartbeat.

Thump, thump—it was pounding hard.

She didn’t dare look at Everett’s wound, but she kept sneaking glances at his face.

His brows were furrowed, lips pressed tight, and his expression was cold.

He was silent, working under the glow of the car’s headlights, calmly digging the bullet out of his arm. Aurora couldn’t tell how much pain he was in, but the small twitch of his brow made her heart tighten.

Working up her courage, she peeked again—and instantly regretted it. Her stomach dropped.

He was cutting into his own arm like it didn’t hurt at all.

Aurora quickly turned away and backed up a few steps.

She didn’t know what she was feeling.

She stood quietly, her legs numb, until Everett finally said softly, "It’s done. No need to be so tense."

She turned around and saw his wound was already wrapped in white gauze.

"Let’s get back in the car. It’s cold out here. Tobias might find us soon. Until then, we stay put. If we wander around and—"

Everett raised an eyebrow. "Unless you’ve got a death wish."

Aurora pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

She glanced at the blood on the ground and the torn piece of his sleeve. Just one look was enough to make her uneasy.

She got back in the car without protest. Everett followed and shut the door. The warmth inside was immediate.

Aurora glanced at his pale face. "Are you... really okay?"