I’m Someone Else

Thomas shook his head and glanced at his bleeding wound. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. We need to find a place to stop the car. I have to get the bullet out.”

“Get the bullet out?”

Olivia was stunned to hear that. Should they not go to the hospital then? Why did it sound like he planned on taking it out himself?

He pulled the car to a stop at a rather secluded spot and wound up the windows. The car’s windows were so heavily tinted that no one standing outside would be able to see what was happening inside. He then found a paring knife and grabbed a lighter to sterilize it with.

“Do you know who they are? They were driving a Cadillac,” he asked.

“A Cadillac?”

She frowned upon hearing that as her face clouded over.

“I think they are part of the same group.”

“Do you know who they are?” he repeated.

“I don’t. However, before they appeared, there was a time when I clocked out of work late and had to drive home by myself. They followed me throughout the entire drive and only left when I managed to call my family who then sent some men to escort me home.”

That incident had happened quite a while ago, so she had only assumed it was a coincidence. She had not expected them to appear in her life again.

She did not know them at all, so why did they want to kill her?

He nodded and kept quiet. The knife was nearly sterilized. Without hesitation, he swiftly stabbed the knife into his wound.

“Aah!”

shock when she saw what

Let’s get it taken

people on television do that before,

single sign of pain on his face. It was as if the shoulder the knife was digging into did not

Clink!

then dressed the wound

with doing this. After all, in the eight years he had spent in the military, he had taken care of his own wounds multiple times. This was nothing compared to

“Time to send you

car soon started

was too much

okay? Would the wound be infected? What

to the hospital,”

She did not have to worry. It was just an ordinary gunshot wound. While his method might have been crude, it was absolutely safe. Anyway, this was minor. He

illnesses. Similarly, someone who had been hurt multiple times could learn to

way! We’re going to the hospital now!” She adamantly insisted on driving to the hospital, even if the doctors would merely

have been dead by now. It was unlikely for her to ever find another driver

never imagined that anyone else, especially a woman as beautiful

around to drive to the hospital. Once his wound

up early,” she gently said. “You can come

be there at eight,” he replied with

drove back home at a

too obnoxious. It was past ten, yet the cars still had their

own the roads just because they can drive luxury cars?” he grumbled as he put them out of his

“Wait, no!”

the two Cadillacs. Were these not the cars that had driven next to them just now? The people who were trying