Revenge After Death

Chapter 828

"You should get some rest in the hospital. Don't worry, I'll stay here with you."

Timothy was worried that Eirene and Petros would still go after Zachary. He got up and stepped out to make a call to Michael, wanting to know what exactly was going on.

Meanwhile, Zachary anxiously tried to reach for his phone, but both his arms were broken and his fingers were crushed by Petros. He couldn't even touch his phone, let alone the screen.

He was worried about Ashton. It was evident that Petros and Eirene were after Ashton. Surely, he'd be safer staying

overseas.

He did not know what to do if Ashton came back. He assumed that Ashton was no match for Eirene and Petros in a fight.

Zachary cried in frustration, finding himself useless when he couldn't even win against them in a fight.

His phone fell onto the floor as he couldn't hold it properly. He tried to get out of the bed to pick it up, but with his legs broken and arms immobile, he almost fell off the bed.

Fortunately, someone grabbed him by the back of his collar just in time.

Zachary felt relieved as he had thought he was about to ruin his face too. Fortunately, Timothy had come back in time. "Timothy, you-"

When he looked up, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat. He tensed up and stuttered, "A-Ash... Ashton!" Zachary couldn't believe that Ashton was actually back. At that moment, all of Zachary's pain and frustration surged up. His eyes grew red almost instantly before he burst into tears.

Ashton, wearing a cap and face mask, frowned as he lifted Zachary back into the bed. He then stood by the bedside and looked at Zachary, whose body was bandaged all over, with an unusually cold gaze.

He only passed Zachary a tissue once he was done crying.

"Are you stupid? Why did you come back? They were trying to provoke you to make you come back!" Zachary cried while blowing his nose, but Ashton did not seem to mind it. He reached out to wipe Zachary's tears away, his gaze landing on the wounds on Zachary's face.

Zachary had a fair and unblemished face, yet it was now bruised all over and covered with open wounds.

Ashton remained silent all the while, yet he was clearly in a bad mood.

Zachary said, "You should hurry up and go back! I'm telling you, that Petros isn't human! Is he some kind of alien or has superpowers? He actually lifted me with one hand and threw me around like I was nothing "Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

He felt a little embarrassed, but he was impressed by Petros' strength. Perhaps all guys just had an innate admiration towards people stronger than them.

"I'm five foot eight and weigh about 150 pounds, yet he picked me up just like that! That's insane! I honestly thought I was on a drop tower back then-"Zachary grew even more excited the more he talked, as if he wasn't the one who got beaten up.

Ashton massaged his temple as he listened to Zachary's blabberings. When he finally quietened down out of embarrassment, Ashton asked, "Do you think he's cool?"

Zachary averted his gaze diffidently. "It's not that I think he's cool; I just think his superpowers are cool."

"Do you want to see something cooler, then?" Ashton asked.

Zachary looked at him. "What?"

Ashton pulled a pair of black gloves out of his pocket, putting them on before pulling the brim of his cap down. His gaze suddenly turned sharp.

He then hurled the fruit knife from the table over without looking back as the person outside the ward neared the door.

Petros had been waiting for Ashton at the hospital. He hadn't expected Ashton to actually come back for Zachary. Despite Petros' quick reflex, he failed to dodge the knife which came out of nowhere. It pierced through his shoulders.

Zachary stared at Petros, who was at the door, in shock. Worried about Ashton, he cried out, "Run, Ashton!"

Ashton turned to look at Petros, giving him a cold smirk. It was too late now. Ashton had to make sure Petros died here today.