Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 173: Don’t Worry, Big Brother Will Be Fine

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Don’t Worry, Big Brother Will Be Fine

Stella walked onto the deck, and saw Silas Prescott in all black, standing like a god of the night on the speedboat, his gaze cold as he glared at her.

"Stella, let them go. Otherwise, I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than Claire Channing."

Silas’s voice was laced with icy frost, so cold that everyone around shivered uncontrollably.

His jet-black eyes were like bottomless pools, raging with stormy waves.

It was the first time Stella had ever seen Silas so tense.

She could see just how much he cared about Sienna.

Jealousy sprouted and raged in her heart like wildfire.

She glared at Silas, barely suppressing her rage: "Brother Silas, Sienna doesn’t even love you. Otherwise, five years ago she wouldn’t have left for a war zone to get away from you, changed her face, and still refused to acknowledge you after coming back. Why are you still so blindly devoted to her? Why can’t you see what’s good about me?"

You threw my mother in prison, dragged me from the little princess of the Sterling Family down into the dirt, but I’ve never blamed you. That was all because I loved you.

Brother Silas, so long as you sign this marriage agreement, I’ll let them go. Otherwise, I’ll take all of us down together. It’s not like I have anything left now."

With that, she had someone hand Silas the marriage contract she had prepared beforehand.

She thought Silas would compromise for Sienna and Julian.

But to her shock, Silas didn’t even look at it. He tore the agreement to pieces and threw them into the sea.

His voice rang out coldly: "You want me to marry you? Dream on!"

Seeing him so ruthless, Stella was almost driven insane with fury.

After everything, Silas still despised her.

What was so great about Sienna compared to her? Why couldn’t he see her worth?

Stella’s laughter turned hysterical. "Brother Silas, are you truly not going to reconsider?"

Silas barked to the people behind him, "Board the ship and save them. Don’t let anyone get hurt."

The group of bodyguards answered at once, but just as they were about to jump onto the yacht, Stella waved her hand at them.

A vicious smile appeared on her face.

"Any of you dare get closer, and I’ll detonate this remote right now. When that happens, not just the two of them—every single one of you will go down with them."

Seeing this, Silas immediately signaled the bodyguards to stay put.

He clenched his jaw hard, his voice like a blade. "Stella, are you insane?"

"Yes, I’m insane. Since you’ve been so heartless to me, I won’t have feelings for you anymore either. If I can’t have you, then Sienna can’t have you either."

I’ve strapped a time bomb between them. There’s three minutes until it goes off, and it’ll take at least a minute and a half each to undo their ties. So, Brother Silas, it’s time for you to choose—will you save Sienna, or your own son?"

At her words, a dark fire flickered in Silas’s eyes.

He clenched his fist and immediately ordered Owen: "Nobody moves. I’ll go up and get them."

Then, in one swift leap, he jumped onto the yacht, racing inside like a man possessed.

As he ran, he shouted, "Sienna! Julian! Where are you?"

Hearing his call, Sienna and Julian exchanged a glance and shouted together,

"Daddy, we’re here!"

"Brother, we’re here!"

The sound of their voices eased the tension gripping Silas’s chest just a little.

He dashed to them, dropped to his knees beside Sienna, and began undoing her ropes.

Sienna shook her head desperately: "Silas, don’t save me—help Julian first! He’s been through an explosion before. If it happens again, he’ll relapse."

Beads of sweat streamed down Silas’s tense forehead. As he studied the ropes, he said, "Sienna, watch closely how I untie this. In a minute, help Julian. I’ll go disarm the bomb."

Hearing this, Sienna’s lips trembled with fear. "Brother, it’s too dangerous. Take Julian and go! Leave me."

Silas’s voice left no room for argument. "Sienna, do as I say. Watch carefully, you’ll need to untie the knots for safety later. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."

Sienna could hear the bomb’s countdown ticking ominously behind them.

There were only 90 seconds left. She had to focus with all her strength on how Silas was undoing the ropes.

There was no time to think about anything else—she could only obey Silas’s plan.

Every second that passed felt like a drawn-out torture.

Julian clenched his little fists in terror, those big dark eyes staring hard at his father’s hands.

He quietly memorized every step his dad took to untie the ropes.

Seeing the three of them working together like this, Stella screamed in fury, "Silas! Less than two minutes left now. Even if you get Sienna’s ropes off, you can’t disarm the bomb! If you change your mind, I can pause it—just say you’ll marry me."

Silas didn’t even look at her, firing out coldly, "Shut up!"

Watching his resolve, Stella’s fists tightened in rage.

Why would Silas risk his life for Sienna? What did Sienna have that she didn’t?

If he loved her so much, then let the three of them die here together.

Stella laughed triumphantly and leaped onto another speedboat with her gang.

She wanted to witness Sienna being blown to pieces with her own eyes.

Silas moved quickly. With 90 seconds left, he untied Sienna’s ropes.

Then he rushed to the bomb, studying it carefully.

He had to defuse the bomb within 90 seconds.

He’d been specially trained for this, but even so, this was pushing it to the limit.

Silas swallowed nervously, sweat dotting the deck beneath him.

His jet-black eyes fixed on the bomb’s circuitry.

The wiring was too complicated—there was no way he could defuse it in just 90 seconds.

So, before the bomb exploded, he had to detach it from the pillar and get it somewhere no one was around to detonate it.

Meanwhile, Sienna used her memory to help Julian with the knots.

But she was shaking so badly she could barely work her hands.

The way Silas untied the knots was now a blur in her mind.

Sienna’s eyes grew red with desperation.

Just then, Julian said by her ear, "Mom, undo this buckle first, then pull it out from here."

Sienna followed his instructions, using her own memory as best she could.

Slowly, the ropes began to loosen.

Tears of relief burst from both of them.

Sienna hugged Julian tightly and comforted him in a trembling voice, "Julian, thank goodness—we’re saved."

At that moment, she glanced up at the bomb timer: only ten seconds left.

Terror froze her in place.

She grabbed Silas’s arm and said, "Silas, leave it! Let’s run!"

But ten seconds wasn’t enough. They wouldn’t make it in time before the bomb went off.

If that happened, nobody would survive.

Silas shoved them away, yelling, "Run! As far away as possible!"

Sienna obeyed, dragging Julian as they ran for their lives.

Just as they reached the deck, a thunderous blast exploded behind them.

A monstrous wave soared to the sky and the yacht quaked violently.

Sienna clutched Julian, covering his ears.

The violent shaking tossed their bodies back and forth across the deck.

Sienna never let go of Julian for a second.

Holding him, she murmured, "Julian, I’m here—don’t be scared."

When it finally went quiet, Sienna scrambled up from the floor.

Pulling Julian into her arms, she checked him over urgently. "Julian, are you hurt?"

Julian shook his head. "Mama, I’m okay... but Daddy’s gone."

Only then did Sienna realize something was wrong.

She rushed toward where Silas had been, shouting his name, "Brother! Brother!"

But her cries were swallowed by the crash of the sea.

Owen and his men rushed up, quickly subduing Stella and her people before heading for Sienna. "Miss Paxton, President Prescott jumped into the sea with the explosives."

Hearing this, Sienna staggered back several steps.

This was international waters—the sea below was unfathomably deep.

Silas could swim, but if he was hurt out there, he was as good as dead.

Sienna’s face went white as a sheet, her once-beautiful eyes streaked with red veins.

She looked at Owen. "Take care of Julian."

Without waiting for a response, she pulled on a life jacket and jumped straight into the sea.

Owen shouted after her, "Miss Paxton, it’s dangerous!"

But before he finished, Sienna’s body hit the waves and disappeared beneath them.

The water here was icy-cold and deeper than imaginable—even with a life jacket, jumping in like that was suicidal.

Owen snapped, "Call the rescue team, now! You two—best swimmers, after President Prescott!"

Two bodyguards dove into the water.

Watching Sienna leap into the sea sent Stella into wild, hysterical laughter.

"Sienna, you think this is a swimming pool? You think you can bring Silas back? Get ready to feed the sharks!"

Owen, already frantic, grit his teeth at her words.

He grabbed a stick from the deck and slammed it against Stella’s leg.

A sharp scream and a cracking sound—Stella’s leg broke.

She howled and writhed across the deck in agony.

Owen stomped on her hand, snarling, "If anything happens to President Prescott or Miss Paxton, you’ll wish you were dead."

He gave her a brutal kick and barked, "Tie her to the lower deck—let the waves have her. Since she loves the water so much, let her drink her fill."

Soon, Stella was tied under the deck, her whole body except her head submerged in the water.

As the yacht moved, each wave crashed into Stella.

Saltwater choked her, stealing her breath.

The moment Sienna hit the water, she felt the icy chill cut to her core.

She nearly froze solid.

But there was no time to care about that—she had to save Silas.

Silas had jumped in with a bomb—he was probably badly hurt.

She had to find him fast.

Sienna fought to swim through the waves as they battered her one after another.

Soon, she was far from the yacht.

Luckily, her time in war zones had prepared her for any brutal environment.

She could withstand anything.

She didn’t know how long she had been swimming when she suddenly saw a dark shape swept past her by a crashing wave.

She instantly recognized Silas’s form.

She swam toward the shadow with everything she had.

As Silas’s body began to sink under the surface, she grabbed his wrist, yanked him up, and used the water’s buoyancy to keep his head above the waves.

She shouted, "Brother! Brother!"

She called again and again, but Silas didn’t respond.

He truly was injured.

Sienna carried Silas in the direction of the yacht, but as the sky grew darker and the waves grew stronger,

it grew impossible to fight the current—she had to let the sea carry them wherever it went.

No matter how wild the ocean, no matter how exhausted she became, she never let go of Silas’s hand.

As she swam, she screamed, "Brother, I won’t leave you behind!"

Silas feared abandonment more than anything; she would never let him be cast aside again.

The two of them drifted aimlessly. Time lost all meaning—Sienna was nearly spent.

The sea churned darker and rougher as night fell.

If this kept up, they would die out here.

Back on the yacht, Owen received report after report: still no sign of them.

He was beside himself with anxiety.

With night falling, even the rescue team was losing hope.

The captain hesitated, "Assistant Paxton, the wind and waves tonight are too fierce. I’m afraid they’re done for."

Owen’s face turned pale as he stared at him. "No matter what, we don’t give up—keep searching."

Julian stared at the monstrous waves out in the dark.

The sea smashed again and again at their boat like a wild beast.

If Mom and Dad didn’t come back, they’d surely die.

Julian’s big black eyes welled up with tears.

Suddenly, he remembered—his parents both wore matching wristbands.

Maybe there was a tracker inside.

He immediately looked at Owen: "Uncle, Mom has a wristband!"

Realizing what he meant, Owen’s eyes lit up.

The tracker in Sienna’s wristband was his idea for Silas—it had GPS, and he knew it.

He slapped his forehead. "Yes! If there’s a signal, we can find them!"

He pulled out his laptop and quickly searched for the wristband’s location.

Soon enough, two red dots appeared together on the screen, moving as one.

"Here. President Prescott and Miss Paxton are together."

With an accurate location, the rescue work became much easier. The yacht headed directly toward the red dot.

Sienna spotted the roving lights, and with the last ounce of strength, she waved her arms for help.

"Brother, we’re saved—they’re coming for us!"

In no time, the rescue team pulled them from the water. Sienna, though exhausted, didn’t care about herself,

and immediately started checking Silas’s injuries.

She found a nasty wound at the back of his head, swollen from soaking in seawater.

She urgently called out, "Give me the first aid kit—I need to bandage him right now! He was hit in the head by the explosion, he could be in real danger. We need to get him to a hospital immediately."

After all the emergency measures, Sienna lowered her head and kissed Silas’s hand.

Her voice choked as she said, "Brother, I didn’t give up on you—don’t give up on yourself. I’m begging you, please, okay?"