Chapter 169: Don't Be Afraid, I Am Here

The man's silver hair was as cold as the bottom of a glacial valley, stunningly beautiful. He held a gun over his shoulder, standing against the light at the doorway, like a god.

"Liam Cloud."

Weston Morris's eyes narrowed fiercely in an instant.

Liam Cloud glanced towards Hope Williams, feeling a surge of blood and a stern intent to kill.

He clenched his eyes tightly and took step by step toward Hope.

Wesley Ruiz quickly had his men surround Weston Morris.

Hope lay on the ground, her white clothes dyed red with blood, her entire being barely breathing. Liam's brow darkened excessively; he stepped forward and gently cradled Hope in his arms.

Even his gentle movement caused the clothing that covered Hope to slip down slightly, and over her shoulder, he saw her pale skin marred with deep and shallow, winding whip marks.

He dared not look further, the pain in his eyes too great to bear. He took off his own jacket and wrapped it around Hope, "Don't be afraid, I'm here now."