Chapter 8
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Lawrence Sullivan's feeling wasn't wrong.
I did indeed suddenly embrace him from behind.
But unlike the typical romantic "back attack," my left hand went around to his abdomen, grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his pale abdominal muscles.
He felt electric current flowing through his entire body, which wasn't far from the truth.
Because he literally was being electrocuted.
My right hand was tightly gripping a stun baton, which I had just jabbed forcefully against his exposed stomach.
Whether it was because Lawrence Sullivan had exceptional physical resilience, or because the electricity hadn't yet reached his brain, he turned his head to look at me with a serious expression of disbelief. Just as he was about to say something, Olivia grabbed my right hand and delivered another harsh jolt to his already reddening skin.
When the thunder god in the sky doesn't strike down scoundrels, women transform into the mother of lightning, delivering punishment.
After two "thunderous strikes," even the almighty Lawrence Sullivan convulsed violently and lost consciousness.
I still maintained my embracing posture, completing the battle in an instant. The blood rushing to the top of my head was like waves crashing against a reef—surging forward with one powerful strike before shattering into pieces.
Her mind suddenly went blank, and she clutched Lawrence Sullivan desperately like someone grabbing at duckweed on the ocean. It was unclear now who was supporting whom from falling.
From behind, they looked like a loving, romantic couple, but in reality, where no one could see, everything was already in ruins.
Olivia was indeed someone forged through years of psychiatric experience. While my mind was still blank with excitement and agitation, she methodically retrieved the car keys from Lawrence Sullivan's body, grabbed my arm, and led me to the car.
Lawrence Sullivan collapsed heavily onto the ground.
The mountain I once thought could never be toppled had just crumbled.
By the time Serena Lewis and others inside the house discovered Sullivan lying on the ground, all they could see were the taillights of the car disappearing in the distance.
Only when I saw the bustling commercial streets teeming with traffic did I finally come back to my senses.
"Did I... escape?" For a moment, I couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.
"It's not completely over yet. This is his car, they'll catch up soon. We need to quickly find the car that person prepared for us. Only after we find that person will we truly be free."
"Olivia, thank you, no matter what."
My voice trembled involuntarily. Excitement, fear, and gratitude all converged together, making my heart unable to settle down.
Olivia Parker looked at me with a loving smile, extending her right hand that had been tightly gripping the steering wheel to pat the back of my hand.
I suddenly thought of my grandmother. I miss her so much. If she were still here, would everything be different?
But I know that my grandmother, who loved me so much, wouldn't want me to stay by that demon's side.
Thinking back to when I used to visit grandmother at the hospital, each time bringing bags of gifts, wearing a smile on my face. Occasionally when Lawrence Sullivan was in a good mood, he would accompany me, playing the role of a happy couple.
But I was raised by my grandmother. She had long seen through my pretense, my reluctance, and his hypocrisy.
When Lawrence Sullivan was present, she always spoke very little. After I washed an apple for her, she hurried us to leave.
"Alright, stop hanging around this old woman. You young people rarely get time to rest, go have fun. Don't waste your time on me."
After some pushing and prodding, we still couldn't persuade her otherwise, so we left.
But every time we left, she would caress my hand and say to me:
"My Vicky must be happy and do whatever she wants to do."
Grandma, I am now heading towards my happiness.
