Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 419

By the time the lecturer and university staff rushed in to manage the chaos, Sophia had already vanished.

Timothy attempted to shoulder the blame himself, yet surprisingly, Eirene and Petros came forward, insisting it was their own mistake.

"Sorry, sir. We’re new here at the university. I don’t know the layout well, so I stumbled and fell." Eirene offered a smile. Her bruised nose had healed completely by now.

Without the bloodstains lingering on her face, no one would have believed she’d just been smashed into the desk moments ago.

Luckily, few people suspected she possessed remarkable healing powers.

Still, Timothy’s sharp eyes caught it all. A troubled expression crossed his face as he gazed at Eirene.

Being the closest to her, he’d witnessed the clear gashes on her face. Yet in an instant, they had vanished.

He found it unbelievable. What sort of extraordinary healing power was that?

In the past, Timothy might have thought his vision was playing tricks. But now, he knew Eirene and Petros were anything but normal.

Early next morning, when Timothy reached the hospital, Zachary remained out cold.

Petros had struck with brutal force, especially since his power far exceeded Zachary’s.

Guilt gnawed at Timothy, regretting that he’d allowed Zachary to head to the restroom alone.

He sent a message to Ashton, but got no response. Timothy wondered if Ashton was furious with him for failing to protect Zachary after reading it.

Zachary had always been outgoing and bubbly since childhood, a real talker too. Ashton had little patience growing up and hated endless chatter, but he made an exception for Zachary.

Zachary clearly meant a lot to Ashton. Timothy shuddered at the thought of Ashton’s reaction upon learning the truth.

With a heavy sigh, Timothy settled into a chair beside the hospital bed.

When Zachary finally stirred awake, he spotted Timothy and urgently clutched his arm.

"Quick... Get Ashton on the line.... Tell him to stay away!" Zachary rasped with effort. He feared Ashton rushing back home over this beating. He couldn’t risk Ashton returning.

"There’s something off about Petros and Eirene," he added in a shaky voice.

He’d seen things that defied comprehension, and Petros’ immense power terrified him. "That’s no normal human strength!"

Zachary grew restless, so Timothy quickly soothed him. "Calm down and rest easy. The doctors mentioned multiple fractures and a concussion."

Timothy gestured for Zachary to recline. "I messaged Ashton, no reply yet. Time zone difference where he is—he’s likely sleeping. Relax."

Zachary froze in disbelief. He knew Ashton wouldn’t be asleep right now. The only explanation for silence was that he was airborne.

"Petros and Eirene are definitely strange," Timothy remarked, brow furrowed. "Mrs. Black hurt Eirene today. I saw the bruise on her nose clearly, but it disappeared in seconds."

Zachary gaped at him. "Her injury vanished instantly? What sci-fi nonsense is this? Petros lifted me single-handedly—"

True dread surged within him, his body throbbing in agony as proof.

"Maybe my uncle can shed light on this," Timothy suggested, recalling Damien.

Damien had collaborated with Dexter on a covert project long ago. Timothy believed Damien held the answers.

Timothy hesitated to approach Dexter or Sophia directly—Sophia always eyed him with hostility. He feared not surviving the encounter.

Thus, Damien—the "jerk" Sophia despised—became his only option.

"Rest up here in the hospital. I’ll stick around with you."

Timothy feared Eirene and Petros might target Zachary again. He rose and slipped outside to phone Damien, desperate for clarity.

Meanwhile, Zachary fumbled desperately for his phone, but with shattered arms and crushed fingers from Petros, he couldn’t even graze it.

He fretted over Ashton. Petros and Eirene clearly hunted Ashton—he’d be safer abroad.

He panicked at the idea of Ashton returning. Ashton stood no chance against them in combat.

Tears of helplessness streamed down Zachary’s face; he felt worthless for losing so badly.

His phone tumbled to the floor as his grip failed. He struggled to climb out and retrieve it, but broken legs and useless arms nearly sent him crashing down.

Thankfully, a firm hand seized his collar from behind at the last second.

Zachary exhaled in relief, certain he’d just dodged ruining his face too. He assumed Timothy had returned. "Timothy, you—"

His words choked off as he glanced up. Tension seized him, and he stammered, "A-Ash... Ashton!" He couldn’t fathom Ashton’s return. In that instant, pain and despair overwhelmed him—his eyes reddened, tears erupting.

Ashton, cap and mask in place, scowled while hoisting Zachary back onto the bed. He loomed by the bedside, eyeing Zachary’s bandage-wrapped form with icy detachment.

Only after the tears subsided did Ashton hand over a tissue.

"Are you an idiot? Why’d you return? They wanted to lure you back!" Zachary sobbed, honking into the tissue, but Ashton stayed unfazed. He gently dabbed Zachary’s tears, eyes fixed on the facial injuries.

Zachary’s once smooth, pale skin now bore bruises and gashes everywhere.

Ashton stayed wordless throughout, his foul mood palpable.

"Get out of here fast! I’m warning you, Petros isn’t human! Alien? Superpowers? He hoisted me one-handed and flung me like trash!"

Embarrassment tinged his words, yet he admired Petros’ might. Guys naturally revered the strong.

"I’m five foot eight, around 150 pounds, and he scooped me up effortlessly! Unreal! Felt like a rollercoaster drop—" Zachary rambled on excitedly, as if the victim weren’t him.

Ashton rubbed his temples amid the nonstop chatter. Once Zachary trailed off sheepishly, Ashton queried, "Think he’s impressive?"

Zachary glanced away shyly. "Not him exactly—his powers are what’s impressive."

"Want to witness something even better?" Ashton challenged.

Zachary met his eyes. "Like what?"

Ashton fished black gloves from his pocket, slipped them on, and tugged his cap low. His stare sharpened fiercely.

Without turning, he flung the bedside fruit knife as footsteps approached the door from outside.

Petros had lingered at the hospital, anticipating Ashton’s arrival for Zachary. Though reflexes were swift, the sudden blade struck true, embedding in his shoulder.

Zachary gawked at Petros in the doorway, yelling in alarm for Ashton, "Run, Ashton!"

Ashton pivoted to face Petros, flashing a chilling grin. It was far too late. Today, Petros would meet his end here.