Chapter 265: A Fierce Confrontation

Both Nathaniel and Calvin were battered and bruised, neither faring better than the other. However, Calvin, previously injured, was no match for Nathaniel. Just as Nathaniel was about to strike again, Cecilia stepped in front of Calvin.

“Have you had enough?” she asked Nathaniel, her gaze icy.

Nathaniel froze, the pain at the corner of his mouth lingering. He wiped away the blood seeping from his lip, staring intently at Cecilia, but remained silent.

“Leave now, or I’ll call the police!” Cecilia warned.

Nathaniel felt a deep pang in his heart. Cecilia had always stood by him; now, she had chosen another.

He finally averted his gaze and left. Immediately, Cecilia turned to Calvin. “Are you okay?”

As her hand brushed his arm, Calvin winced. “I’m fine,” he replied.

But Cecilia noticed blood staining his sleeve, tinting her fingertips red. “You’re bleeding.”

Calvin removed his coat, revealing a reopened knife wound on his arm, fresh blood streaming down. He quickly covered it. “It’s an old wound. Did it…scare you?” He hadn’t expected Nathaniel to be so strong.

At that moment, Calvin’s men entered, each battered and bruised. Seeing Calvin’s injury, one rushed to tend to it.

“Sir, should we go to the hospital?”

“No need. You all go ahead,” Calvin replied.

Once everyone left, Calvin turned to Cecilia. “Did Nathaniel harm you in any way?”

Cecilia shook her head. “No, your timing was perfect. Thank you.”

Calvin frowned slightly. “I knew he wouldn’t let it go.”

Worry clouded Cecilia’s eyes. “I didn’t expect him to follow me this far.”

“Shall I take you away tomorrow?” Calvin asked tentatively.

Cecilia declined. “No need. Just take good care of Martha and the kids for me. I can handle this myself.”

Calvin had expected her refusal, but a wistful smile touched his lips. “Can you tell me why you keep rejecting my help? Aren’t we friends?”

After a pause, Cecilia answered, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to repay you.”

That single sentence spoke volumes. Calvin knew she could never be with him.

“I understand,” he said. “But if you ever need me, just call.”

Defeated, Calvin left. Back in the car, he took a diamond ring from his pocket and tossed it out the window. On the way to the airport, he received a call from Yannick.

“Calvin, how did it go? Did she accept your proposal?” Calvin had come to confront Nathaniel and express his feelings to Cecilia.

He gave a bitter smile. “No.”

“She rejected you? How could she? You’re a good man, and she’s already married with kids. Where is she going to find someone better than you?” Yannick exclaimed.

Calvin’s throat ached. “Because she doesn’t love me.”

The lack of love was evident. Calvin knew his feelings had always been one-sided.

Yannick was speechless. He was about to speak when a loud bang echoed through the phone.

“Calvin, what’s going on over there?”

On the streets of Moontown, a luxury car had been struck. Shards of glass flew toward Calvin, and the trailing security vehicle was engulfed in smoke.