Chapter 180

Elizabeth laughed bitterly. Only the incompetent wanted to control others!

“Then you try it,” she said coldly, her face calm.

“Are you threatening me?” The man glared at her, breathing heavily. “Think I won’t?”

The woman on the ground slowly got up, clinging to the man’s leg, shaking her head.

“Dr. Percy, thanks, but I don’t want treatment anymore,” she cried, eyes bloodshot, and begged the man, “I’ll go home with you, do whatever you say. Let’s go home. Stop making a scene.”

Everyone watched, laughing at them. Ekrabeth felt pity. She saw herself begging Alexander for love.

Can a woman really not live without a man? she thought. Elizabeth quickly stepped forward, pulling the woman up. “Have some dignity! Why beg him? Can he cure you? You might as well beg me!”

The man, enraged, pointed a knife at Elizabeth. “Didn’t I tell you to mind your own business? Want to die?” He lunged at her, knife aimed at her face.

The crowd backed away, someone shouting, “Dr. Percy, he’s a madman! Get out of here!”

“Where are the security guards? Call security!”

Elizabeth kept retreating, watching the man lose control.

“I said I’d go home with you. What more do you want?” The woman’s cry sounded helpless.

The man got angrier. “If it weren’t for you, would there be so much trouble? You bitch, I’ll kill you!” he shouted, running at the woman with the knife.

Elizabeth frowned, immediately stepping in, pushing the woman aside. She was about to kick the man.

Suddenly, a figure rushed in, moving fast. Before the man could get close to Elizabeth, he was kicked away.

The crowd gasped. “It’s Mr. Tudor!”

“What’s he doing here?”

Elizabeth looked up. It was Alexander.

Alexander slightly turned his head, checking if Elizabeth was safe. The madman clutched his stomach. Seeing Alexander, he was furious and asked Elizabeth, “You brought backup?”

Elizabeth pushed Alexander away, approaching the man, her face serious. “I didn’t bring backup. I don’t know him. If you want to fight, I’ll oblige.”

“Elizabeth, why are you, a woman, fighting him?” Alexander called out.

Elizabeth turned to him, something inside her triggered. “Women are no less than any man!” she retorted.

Alexander was speechless. He didn’t think she was inferior, just that her strength and size put her at a disadvantage. Why rush in?

“A woman’s life is worthless. Without men, you can’t survive!” the man mocked.

Elizabeth kicked him without a word. She hooked his neck, pinning him against a pillar. She raised her knee, slamming it into his face repeatedly.

Alexander watched in shock. Elizabeth can fight? Elizabeth could do anything, but she had hidden her strength from Alexander all these years. She executed a perfect shoulder throw, slamming the man to the ground.

The crowd cheered, “Beat him to death!”

“Weren’t you born of a woman? Why such hatred towards women?”

The man’s mouth was bloody, staring blankly at the ceiling, fingers twitching on the ground.