Chapter 131

Helen’s mind swirled with panic and desperation as she raced back outside. She had to find someone, anyone, who could help Davin. Her breaths were uneven, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.

She dashed through the backyard, her eyes darting around for any sign of the attackers or potential rescuers. The street was now eerily silent, the red salon car and its men gone without a trace. Helen's heart sank as she spotted the figure of her husband lying motionless on the ground.

“Oh no, Davin!” she cried out, her voice trembling. She stumbled to his side, the sight of him bleeding and still sent a chill down her spine. Blood was pooling around his head and mouth, his breathing shallow and uneven.

Helen knelt beside him, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she touched his face. The warmth was fading, and panic surged through her veins. She tried to apply pressure to his head wound with her coat, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

“Help! Somebody, please!” Helen’s voice w