Chapter 97

Alita wrapped her hand over Benson's shoulder for support after falling over and nearly being torn apart, and when she saw a man pointing a shotgun at him, the entire world came to a complete stop. She squinted her eyes and recognized that it was the same man who had shot Perry. At that moment, she knew she couldn't lose him. No, not the man that perfectly fits into her imperfections and brings out the best of her. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as terror gripped her features.

She wished she could have intervened when she saw her father's car burst into flames and burn, but as a young child at the time, she was powerless to do anything but stand by and watch him die.

Over time, she had dreams in which she had saved him from the fire at that exact moment. She cried after waking up to see it was a dream.

Now, she was looking at a gun being pointed at Benson. She wouldn't survive it if she watched him die too. At that moment, there was only one thing on her mind, the one thin