Chapter 499 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Zachary’s phone started to vibrate in his pocket, and he answered it when he saw that it was Stan’s number.

However, it was James who spoke from the other end. “Where are you right now?”

“At this restaurant called Aalla! We’re inside without a way out!’ Zachary replied.

“Stan is with me. I’ll try to draw them away while Stan comes to you. You need to get out of Dunesia-this gang basically controls

this area.”

“Okay!” Zachary replied. He then put away his phone and turned to Abigail.” We’re saved. James has arrived too, and he might be

fighting those gangsters, but he said that the gang has control over this area-we need to go.’

“Okay.”

Abigail nodded-she would do her best to go with the plan.

Still, Zachary was considerably relieved to know that their allies were outside. At the very least, they might escape this yet.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat…

They could not tell whose side one particular gunman was on, but they were shooting as if bullets cost nothing.

Still, they thought it might be the enemy since James would not have been able to gather so much firepower in an instant.

However, Zachary felt worried again at the thought of James and his men being outgunned and that James might be beaten.

They would not have any way to escape!

This was the first time he was so close to a firefight, and this was supposed to be an era of peace!

Still, even if there was order in Zidonia, they were now abroad!

Nonetheless, it was obvious that the gang were retreating, to the alley on the edge of the street.

And once the gang was forced there, Stan drove up to the restaurant. Zachary dashed outside to open the door, while Abigail

quickly followed as she helped Diarmuid move.

Once they were all in the car, Stan promptly floored the gas pedal!

One good point of a vehicle with high horsepower was definitely its rapid acceleration!

However, just as the jeep sped out, the commotion drew the enemy’s attention, and they could see inside because the rear

windshield had not been fixed!

They all started running towards it and barraging it with bullets, while James did not have enough firepower to stop them!

And within the car, Abigail could see a foreigner’s savage face as he leveled his gun at them.

Frowning, she lunged at Diarmuid and pulled him down the next instant!

Vroom!

Stan floored the gas pedal again while James kept trying to divert the enemy’s attention from behind.

It was dangerous, but they managed to get away.

Still, Zachary’s expression was somber. “Is James going to be alright?”

That gang had packed enough firepower for war!

“He’ll come up with something and slip away,” Stan replied as he drove.

Zachary nodded, but he still felt gloomy.

Those people were not playing around, and this was clearly not over yet!

That much was obvious as the gang charged at them with everything they got, as if they would not rest until everyone in this car

was dead!

“Abigail.”

Diarmuid called out just then, since Abigail had been very silent.

“I’m here,” she replied, though her brow was deeply furrowed and there were droplets of sweat over her forehead.

Diarmuid narrowed his eyes-he sensed the hoarseness in her tone despite her best attempts at disguising it. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she replied, quickly denying it.

However, Zachary overheard their conversation and turned.

He saw Abigail’s face turning pale, clearly having been wounded.

He was going to speak when Abigail shook her head at him-she did not want Diarmuid to worry.

The bullet had only hit her on the shoulder and was not lethal.

However, it hurt a lot and she was bleeding profusely.

Zachary pursed his lips worriedly while urging Stan, “Drive faster.”

“I am!” Stan exclaimed, not to mention that there was more than one car on the road.

They have to consider safety along with speed!

In the backseat, Abigail was squeezing Diarmuid’s hand and leaning on his chest.

Diarmuid frowned as he brushed his fingers through her hair and felt wetness all over her forehead.

He did not ask any other questions because he knew the answer inside.

He gulped and squeezed her hand in turn. “You’ll be alright, Abigail. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Abigail said, smiling at him and burying her face in his chest, murmuring frailly, “Tommy and our baby are waiting for us to

get home!”

She told herself to survive in her heart too, but her eyelids felt so heavy! She must be feeling dizzy from losing too much blood!

Abigail was starting to see double and her vision was starting to blur over all.

She muttered, “I’m so sleepy, Diarmuid…”

Diarmuid leaned down to kiss her cheek. ‘Nope. Don’t sleep.”

“Yeah,” she said ever so softly.

“Find the nearest hospital, Zachary!” Diarmuid barked right then.

Zachary searched the map, but there were none nearby, and he said, “I’ll take a look at her!”

He was a doctor too-he could at least help her with first aid.

With that, Stan stopped the car by the road, while Zachary alighted and jumped in the backseat.

Once he was in, Stan continued driving while Zachary checked on Abigail’s injury.

The bullet that hit her on the shoulder was embedded deeply, and she was still bleeding endlessly.

He took off his clothes and held it down with his teeth to tear a chunk out, and then tore off the sleeve as well.

He then raised Abigail’s arm and fashioned the sleeve into a tourniquet, tying it from her underarm up to her shoulder, just an inch

away from the bullet wound. He then tore out another chunk of fabric and tied it over her arm.

It would stop her bleeding.

Abigail then brought out the scalpel she carried around for self-defense and held it out at Zachary.

Zachary understood her intention but refused. “You’ve bled too much-the bullet might have hit an artery. Taking it now might

cause massive hemorrhage, and we have nothing else to use in the car to stop it. The bleeding is stopping a little too, so just

hold on for now.”

“Okay,” she murmured feebly, her lips sickly pale as she worked hard to summon her strength.

However, her eyelids were failing her and kept drooping!

“Diarmuid,” she called out softly. “I’m cold. Hold me.”

Diarmuid put his arms firmly around her right then, and her body felt so tender he might crush her if he was a little too strong!

“Just hold on,” Zachary said, but Abigail did not respond this time.

She did not even have the strength to talk now!

Zachary was certainly anxious, but it was not until an hour later that Stan got off the highway, entered a city, and started to look

for a hospital.

“A pharmacy would do!” Zachary told Stan.

Zachary had a scalpel, so he could get the bullet out for Abigail, and he did not do it yet because she would need medicine too.

“Got it,” Stan said.

Zachary also whipped out his phone to scan through the maps for hospitals or pharmacies, but there were none in the fringes of

the city. Clinics would not be marked on the map either, so they had to make do with a pharmacy.

Finding one, he showed Stan his phone. “There, a pharmacy.”

Stan glanced at it and nodded, while Zachary told Abigail softly, “Just a little longer, Abigail. We’re reaching a pharmacy soon.”

Abigail could only bat her eyelids in response.

“Yeah,” she murmured very softly.

The road to the pharmacy was broad, though there was considerably more traffic.

However, that also meant they were much safer.

After quite a while, they arrived at the pharmacy and stopped outside.

Zachary got out and went in to buy all the medicine needed before returning to help Abigail extract the bullet!

“Stop the car,” he told Stan-with the car still moving, he might miss his mark when he used the scalpel.

That would wound Abigail further while impeding his effort to extract the bullet.

“Okay. Don’t worry, just do what you must,” Stan told Zachary as he turned off the engine while keeping an eye out for danger!

Zachary held out a packet of pills at Abigail just then. “Sorry. They only have Vicodin.”

It was a painkiller, and it was far less effective than anesthetics, which completely dulled the senses.

“Just bear with it for now,” he said, stuffing the pill into Abigail’s mouth.

Abigail swallowed, and murmured, “Yeah.”

Zachary then disinfected the bullet wound first, cleaning the blood and clot around the wound. Then, he found the precise spot of

entry and thrusted the scalpel inside.

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