A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1593

“Wanyu...”

Angie fell down onto the ground too. However, as she did not suffer the direct attack of the punch, she was not severely injured. Jumping to her feet quickly, she went to help Meng Wanyu up.

“I'm fine, Angie. I'll block them. Go first!”

As expected of Tang Yun's disciple, Meng Wanyu merely coughed out some blood even after being attacked by two Grandmasters. She did not suffer any significant injuries.

Wiping the blood away from her lips, Meng Wanyu shielded Angie and instructed her to leave quickly.

“But Wanyu, you...” Angie was still worried about Meng Wanyu.

“Don't care about me. Leave now!”

Not giving her a chance to speak, Meng Wanyu shoved Angie away before charging toward the two Grandmasters with her sword.

However, their power difference was too huge. After a brief clash, Meng Wanyu suffered another devastating blow.

This time, the two Grandmasters did not show her any mercy. After injuring Meng Wanyu with the first blow, they quickly unleashed another attack on her.

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the venue. Severely injured, Meng Wanyu collapsed onto the ground. Her ribs were broken as she vomited a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

“Miss, if you want your friend to live, please go back obediently.”

After injuring Meng Wanyu, the two elderly men did not chase after Angie.

Instead, they stood there and gazed at the direction in which she had escaped. Everyone in the Jones family could hear their resounding voices.

At that moment, Angie suddenly stopped escaping.

She gave up on running away, knowing that it was futile.

In the end, she was still too weak.

In the past, she thought that she could save the world after growing up.

Yet, she discovered that she was so insignificant that she could not even save herself. In fact, she dragged her friend down with her.

“Leave, Angie! Don't turn back! Why are you coming back? Go!”

When Meng Wanyu saw Angie return, her eyes turned bloodshot from fury.

She screamed with all her might. A hint of rage crept into her sharp voice.

However, Angie merely walked toward her with a faint smile. She took out a piece of tissue, bent down, and wiped the blood away from Meng Wanyu's lips.

“I'm not leaving anymore, Wanyu. I'm sorry that I made you get injured. You were right. It's all pointless. In the face of these powerful families, I'm too insignificant. No matter how hard I struggle, I can never escape the constraints of my family. Hence, I've figured it out. I'm not leaving anymore, Wanyu. Although I'm in no position to protect anyone now, I can prevent others from being harmed because of

- )) me.

When Meng Wanyu heard Angie's despondent words, her heart ached.

She grabbed Angie's shoulders tightly and questioned firmly, “Have you decided to give up, Angie?”

“This isn't a question of whether I'm giving up. Perhaps, this is my fate. People born in darkness are not destined to see the light.”

Angie chuckled softly. However, her smile was filled with sorrow.

Her words did not seem to have come from a girl in the prime of her youth. Instead, she sounded like a hundred-year-old woman who had experienced all the hardships of life.

However, everything that Angie said was the most accurate depiction of her life.

People might envy Angie's background.

They might be jealous that she was born into a rich family, that she was beautiful, or that her family was immensely wealthy and powerful.

However, no one knew that Angie had never truly been happy, despite being born in a rich family.

When she was a child, she was treated as a monster. She grew up under the judgemental gaze of her peers. Others constantly bullied her and viewed her with disdain.

Afterward, Angie was confined by her father and brothers in the deepest corner of the house.

She was like a beautiful hibiscus grown in a glasshouse that no one knew about.

Every day, only loneliness and boredom accompanied her.

For Angie, she felt like she had always walked in darkness since young.

She did not know about the sorrows and joys of life, nor had she experienced the world.

When the Grandmasters heard Angie's words, they bowed respectfully.

Guarding Angie on both sides, they accompanied her to her own little courtyard.

It looked like they were escorting a prisoner.

“Don't give up, Angie! I'll look for Master now. If I can't save you, I'm sure she can! She's the head of the Chu Sect and the strongest fighter in the world! As long as she issues the command, no one—be it the Chu family, your father or your brothers—can force you.”

Meng Wanyu could not bear to see Angie's dismal downfall.

Enduring her pain, she scrambled to her feet and yelled at Angie.

A distance away, Angie shook her head and smiled at Meng Wanyu. “There's no need for that trouble, Wanyu. You've done enough. If you really want to help me, go to China for me. Help me find someone called Ye Fan and tell him that I might not be able to fulfil my promise anymore.”

At dusk, the setting sun shone brightly across the sky, bathing the entire landscape in a red glow.

The world had become so dream-like.

After saying those words with a smile, Angie turned around and let.

All Meng Wanyu could see was her petite back.

In the past, Angie might still believe Meng Wanyu's words and harbor hope.

However, she now knew that Meng Wanyu only said that to console her.

After all, she did not know the head of the Chu Sect at all.

She had no right to make Tang Yun offend two prominent families for her sake.

Even her father and brothers could not do it, let alone others.

“What's wrong? Are you okay?”

By that time, many people had rushed over.

The huge commotion earlier attracted the attention of many family members.

Even Angie's father and brothers had rushed over hurriedly.