That's your responsibility

Her hand was bleeding when she said, "So your job is to stand there and watch me fight or am I supposed to be the one to watch you guys fight.".

"Miss..your hand." Alex didn't care about anything else, but he was so concerned about her hand that he couldn't maintain his speech.

Despite feeling deeply offended, Z was also worried about her at the same time. "It was your faul." However, he didn't finish his sentence when Lydia interrupted him.

"It is your responsibility to protect me in any way you can. Even if I were to get killed, you have to get killed before me. I'll let this one slide since it is the first time, but I don't want the same mistake repeated. Understand?" she asked.

Standing straight, they replied, "Yes.".

"As for three of you, stay here to deal with this mess, and if the police involve themselves, give them my contact information, so if they need anything, they can get in touch with me." She continued.

Her gaze focused on all of them as she asked, "So, who will stay?". She couldn't see all of their faces since they were all wearing black glasses with poker faces.

Alex's gaze focused on Z, especially because he could not leave him with her or a war might start." Me, Maksim and Z will stay here."

There was a nod from both of them. Lydia pointed at one of them and said." Lead the way."

As he walked, he gave Lydia's suitcase to a different person in front of him.

Walking out of the airport, she said to the person rolling her suitcase.

If you do not want to take my suitcase, please let me know. I do not want to force you to do something you do not want to." She said.

"Of course not. If I don't, then who will? Plus, it's my job since I have nothing else to do." He answered nicely.

"You dumbass, what kind of lie is that? Since when do you like to touch other people's stuff?" the man in front said.

The person with Lydia's suitcase said, "Stop using animal language and call a cab.". As they were busy talking, they didn't notice that they were already out of the airport.

"I'm Michael, and that guy with your suitcase is Kaden," He explained. Michael took his phone out and called a car.

A few minutes later, two cars arrived. Lydia jumped in the first. Kaden put her suitcase in the second car's truck, then the two men got in the second car.

The driver asked Lydia, "Miss Lydia, where would you like to go?".

"Stop in front of a candy store, then go straight to the hospital," she instructed calmly.

The driver slowed down because he thought it was not important. The nearest hospital is an enormous, high-tech hospital that is more advanced than any other on the continent. There is a long distance to travel, and going to the candy shop will take even more time.

Thirty minutes later, they found themselves in front of Sweet Candy, a big candy store. She jumped out of the car and went straight into the candy shop.

'How long has it been since I last ate candy? I miss them terribly. First, she picked up chocolate and strawberry lollipops, then she picked up fruit candies. She placed each one into her shopping cart. Then she noticed some cotton candy and marshmallows, so she took them since she also enjoys them. Every person she passed looked at her with a scarred face. She took what she wanted and seemed not to care about anything else. Fortunately, the credit card she brought with her worked worldwide. Taking the two bags of candies in her hand, she got into the car. She must have looked like a child to the driver, as it surprised him at how many candies she had brought.

When Lydia noticed him staring at the two bags filled with sweets, she asked him if he liked them. "Do you want some?"

When he saw she noticed him, he replied quickly, "I'm fine, miss.".

He asked, "Do you still want to go to the hospital?".

When she took out some cotton candy and started eating it, she replied, "Yes.".

When the driver was unable to contain himself after ten minutes, he asked.

He asked curiously, "Miss Lydia, why are you going to the hospital?".

"I gow stobbed in my honnd."

Because of a large amount of cotton candy, she couldn't say it correctly. As it filled her mouth with cotton candy, the driver wasn't sure if what she said was what she meant, so he looked at her hand to make sure. He jumped in fright at seeing the bleeding hand, went to her and asked, scared, and then screamed.

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