Chapter 198

Wasn't he supposed to be in the hospital? How could he be right behind me?

Realizing the danger, my body instinctively tensed, and I tightened my grip on my bag.

Holding my breath, I stayed still, observing his movements through the glass door.

Max approached quickly. As he reached out to cover my mouth, I spun around, swung my bag at him, and stomped on his foot.

"Ouch!"

Max cried out in pain and paused.

Ever since he nearly killed me at Cintail Mountain, I had developed a post-traumatic response. When I saw him in jail, the bars between us allowed me to remain calm.

Now, fear took over. I screamed and ran in panic.

"Shut up!" Max, now a fugitive, feared drawing attention and yelled at me to be quiet.

Ignoring him, I kept shouting, "Help! Help!"

"Jen, you're asking for trouble!" Max, desperate and dangerous, had nothing to lose. If he caught me, survival was unlikely. I ran as fast as I could.

"You think you can escape?" Max's long strides closed the distance between us. I