Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 155 - - downfall caused by a woman

His words were clear and harsh, penetrating her ears. Cynthia furrowed her brows tightly, while Robin, gasping for breath, struggled to weakly utter a faint sound,

"Save... me... Save... me..."

She gritted her teeth, turned around, and shouted at him loudly,

"Sorry, but as a doctor, my duty is to save lives. I cannot stand by and watch someone die!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than she heard a sharp click. A black handgun appeared in his hand, followed by the cold sound of a bullet being chambered.

She froze, staring blankly at the gun in his hand, unsure of what to do. She didn't know if the gun was meant to kill her or to kill Robin...

At that moment, Albert Wilson seemed to lose control, his eyes turning bloodshot. After so many years of careful planning, after investigating so many times, and finally getting this man's identity from Marc's mouth, how could he possibly let him go so easily?

The years of suffering, the pain of being frozen in icy waters, the tragedy of losing his family, and the flood of all these emotions surged in his mind, making him even more bloodthirsty and crazed.

Even though he looked at the woman, so familiar to him, he still clenched the cold gun and furiously shouted at her,

"Get away! I told you not to save him! I want to watch him suffer and die with my own eyes!"

A trace of pain flashed in Cynthia's eyes. She never thought that one day they would face each other in such a hostile way, their positions so different. She wanted to save a life, while he wanted to take one.

But as a doctor, she couldn't ignore his warning. She quickly turned around, swiftly placing the medicine into Robin's mouth, then took the nearby water and forced it into his mouth to help him swallow the medicine. Afterward, she turned to grab the oxygen mask she had placed on the table earlier.

Albert Wilson kept his eyes locked on the slender figure, unmoved by his warning, his hand gripping the gun trembling. His gaze landed on Robin, who was starting to recover, and a surge of malice flooded his mind. He aimed at Robin's heart, coldly smirking as he pulled the trigger.

Since things had come to this, he would personally send Robin to his grave, even if his hands were covered in blood, he was willing to pay the price.

However, just at the last moment, the small woman who had grabbed the oxygen mask and regained her senses suddenly lunged forward in despair. She threw herself in front of Robin, blocking the bullet with her own body. The cold bullet made a dull sound as it pierced her back.

Blood instantly soaked her white robe, staining it with a vivid, dazzling red. Something in Albert's chest seemed to tremble with a sharp, painful sensation. The gun in his hand dropped limply.

Cynthia, enduring the fiery pain in her back, desperately pressed the oxygen mask to Robin's mouth with her last breath. In that moment, the only thing on her mind was Bonnie. Bonnie had it hard enough in this family, and Cynthia didn't want her friend to face even more difficulties. Otherwise, she wouldn't have lunged forward to block the bullet.

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The intense pain caused dizziness to cloud her vision, but she gritted her teeth and held on. She watched as Robin's breathing gradually became smoother before her legs gave way and she collapsed weakly to the floor beside his chair, her eyes closing in exhaustion.

"Cynthia—!"

The door slammed open, and Bonnie rushed in frantically. As soon as she saw the bloody scene, she screamed and rushed forward, holding Cynthia and crying out in distress.

Upon hearing that her father's important guest was Cynthia's husband, Bonnie had a bad feeling deep down. She hurried over, only to be faced with this tragic sight. Seeing the gun lying on the floor in front of the man, she almost fainted.

Cynthia?

The familiar name made Albert Wilson stagger a few steps in shock. Pain shot through his chest, and he rushed forward, panic-stricken, to remove her oxygen mask. What met his eyes was an unremarkable face.

Suddenly, memories from that year when he had dragged her to take wedding photos rushed into his mind. She had looked just like this, making him angry and driving him away. His face turned pale, his eyes filled with shock and pain.

"Cynthia? Cynthia!"

He muttered her name in disbelief, gazing at her bloodless face, before grabbing her and rushing out the door in a frenzy.

Outside, Jim, hearing the gunshot from the lounge, quickly rushed in with his men. To his surprise, he saw Albert Wilson holding a blood-soaked, unfamiliar woman in a panicked state. He couldn't help but ask,

"Boss..."

"Get the car!"

Albert Wilson shouted frantically at Jim, scaring him into silence. Jim quickly ran to get the car, rushing to follow Albert's command.

Inside the speeding car, Albert Wilson tightly held Cynthia in his arms, his large hand pressing firmly against the wound on her back that kept bleeding. Over and over again, he whispered with agony,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Cynthia, I'm so sorry—"

No wonder this woman had seemed so familiar to him. It turned out it really was her. But just moments ago, blinded by hatred, he hadn't had time to think about her identity. All he had been focused on was getting Robin's life.

He never expected that she would take that bullet for Robin. The thought made his heart ache even more. The pain was so intense that he almost wished he could just end it all with one shot.

It was him who had hurt her. He had hurt her with his own hands! But he had wanted Robin's life, he truly hadn't wanted to hurt her. How could this woman be so foolish?

But how could he know about the deep bond she shared with Bonnie, the bond of mutual support they had formed while enduring endless despair together? She wasn't being heroic. She just didn't want her friend to suffer even more in the already difficult Laurence family.

She had long fallen unconscious, her delicate face pale and bloodless. His heart ached as he bent down and kissed her cheek fiercely, cursing himself in pain,

"I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

Up front, Jim, seeing Albert in such pain, calling Cynthia's name with such anguish, felt his hands and feet turn cold. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, speeding recklessly toward the hospital.

Outside the emergency room.

Jim walked anxiously back and forth in the corridor, his face full of worry. Bonnie had also arrived, accompanied by Carl Laurence. Thanks to Cynthia's timely treatment, Robin had been pulled back from the brink of death, but she was still hanging on by a thread, her life uncertain.

As soon as Bonnie thought about it, she couldn't control her tears. It was all her fault, all her fault. It was her fault that she had asked Cynthia to do a physical exam for her father. It was Carl Laurence's fault for having Cynthia stay by her father's side, which led to her getting hurt this badly.

Carl Laurence gently held Bonnie, whose body was trembling from crying. His eyes, however, were filled with cold fury as they swept over Albert Wilson, who was standing with his back to the group, staring out the window of the corridor, lost in his thoughts.

To be honest, when he first heard about the doctor's injury, he had felt a little guilty. But when he thought about how Robin almost died at Albert Wilson's hands, his guilt instantly vanished.

Of course, he had heard the full story from Robin. He knew that the bullet Albert Wilson fired had completely severed any ties between the Wilson family and the Laurence family.

Everyone else anxiously watched the door of the emergency room, but Albert Wilson stood motionless, expressionless. He wasn't devoid of pain; it was that the pain was so overwhelming it had numbed him. Every time he thought about the moment the bullet had entered her body, he wished he could die instead.

He didn't dare to let his mind wander, didn't want to imagine what he would do if anything happened to her. He let his thoughts stagnate, his mind going blank, and waited quietly for news.

That shot had revealed her true identity to him and made him realize how deeply he cared for her. The fear of losing her was suffocating. How could he imagine life without her?

After what felt like an eternity, the light in the emergency room went out, and the door opened. The first person to rush in was Bonnie, her face streaked with tears. Albert Wilson, still standing in place, turned his head stiffly, his gaze blank as he focused on the doctor who had emerged.

He faintly heard the doctor tell Bonnie, "Luckily, the bullet didn't hit her heart. She's out of danger now. As long as she takes care of herself, she'll be fine."

Then came Bonnie's loud cries of distress, followed by the sound of the doctor's footsteps fading away. After that, Albert Wilson saw her being wheeled out by the nurse. She was still unconscious, her eyes tightly shut, her face still hauntingly pale.

He stood frozen, staring at her as she was pushed away to her room, too afraid to move, afraid that all these good news were just an illusion.

Carl Laurence, seeing that Cynthia was out of danger, took Bonnie and tried to leave. Bonnie cried out, wanting to stay in the room with Cynthia, but Carl Laurence firmly stopped her.

The two families were now in an irreconcilable conflict, and he couldn't allow her to stay here any longer.

"Boss, it's okay now!"

Jim couldn't help but approach Albert Wilson, noticing how lost he seemed.

Albert Wilson snapped out of his daze, his eyes flickering as he turned his gaze to Jim's worried face. Seeing the certainty in Jim's eyes, the tension in his chest slowly began to ease, and he turned to rush towards her room.

The effects of the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet; she was still in a deep sleep. Her wine-red hair was already drenched with cold sweat, sticking tightly to her forehead. He gently reached up and moved the strand of hair away, the heaviness in his chest making his eyes moist.

He softly closed the door behind him as he left the room. Jim was waiting outside. Albert Wilson looked at him, his eyes filled with cold, murderous intent. Gritting his teeth, he coldly spoke, one word at a time:

"Wipe out the Laurence family immediately."

If it weren't for the Laurence family, he wouldn't have harmed her. New grudges on top of old ones made him want to tear Robin apart and reduce the Laurence family to ashes overnight.

"Understood, boss!"

Jim's expression became serious as he accepted the order and turned to leave.

"Wait—"

Jim was about to turn and leave when Albert Wilson called him back. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and said,

"Keep an eye on them for now. Wait until she's healed before we make a move."

Since she had such a close relationship with Bonnie, if he took action against the Laurence family now, she would be upset when she found out. And with her current condition, she couldn't handle it.

Jim understood the meaning behind his words. He opened his mouth to say something but ended up swallowing it, responding with a simple, "Okay."

Originally, the boss had planned to take Robin's life today, which is why he revealed his identity to him. But unexpectedly, Cynthia had appeared out of nowhere and saved Robin.

As a result, Robin wasn't dead, and the boss's entire plan for revenge had been exposed. Robin, Karl, and William S. Lancaster were all very crafty and would definitely be on high alert from now on.

Karl's situation was relatively okay since Lucca's identity had been kept well hidden. But with William S. Lancaster and Robin, all of their previous plans had been foiled.

Was the boss's downfall caused by a woman?