Chapter 1563 The Boy Who Walked Through Blood and Storms [1]

When she met Jorge Saxton, he wasn’t as successful as he is now, and she wasn’t a star, but at that time, their hearts and eyes were only for each other.

It was a mundane first meeting, yet it left an indelible mark on her life.

The orphan Lydia Brooke, only eight years old, fled from the suburban welfare institution where she was beaten every day. Fearing being caught and beaten again, she could do nothing but run, desperate to escape this hellish welfare home.

Having escaped at the break of dawn, she ran until dusk without eating or drinking for a whole day. Her continuous sprint led her to collapse on the ground, and the prolonged mental tension made her succumb to the pressure and faint.

Upon waking up, she realized that she’d fallen into the hands of a bad man.

The man scanned Lydia, eyes glinting with desire, his gaze growing more and more lustful.

This pervert! —

Lydia cursed silently in her heart, extremely furious yet helpless. She glanced at her clothes, grateful they hadn’t been taken off, then caught a glimpse of her surroundings through her peripheral vision, and with a tug at her legs, turned around and ran!

She ran fast, but the man pursued even faster! The young Lydia, terrified and anxious, specifically chose to run through the grass.

Her small body was an advantage, but it also left numerous scratches on her tender skin.

Finally, during a forward leap from the man, she was pinned to the ground, unable to escape.

In a frantic rush, Lydia’s fingers touched the sharp thorns in the grass. With a fierce resolve, she gave a cruel look to the man attempting to strip her clothes, and despite the sharp pain, she pulled out a thorn and viciously stabbed it into the man’s eyes!

The wild thorn, as rigid and pointed as a sewing needle, pierced straight into the man’s eyeball, triggering an immediate howl of pain as he clutched his injured eye and began to moan.

Lydia pushed the man’s body away and sprinted forward without the slightest pause.

In her hurried run, she collided with two boys older than herself.

With the same skin color and facial features, Lydia’s tears flowed helplessly, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for help from the two: "Help me... He wants to..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man she had injured had caught up, his eyes filled with malice, spewing English curses as soon as he opened his mouth.

In the welfare institution, apart from Lydia, everyone was local Italian, leading to Lydia being heavily ostracized. Whenever someone made a mistake at the welfare institution, responsibility would be shifted onto her, and there was racial bias in the institution as well; the director and caretakers showed clear disdain towards her being a foreigner.

So when this man spewed profanity, she could understand every bit of it, word for word.

Lydia’s body instinctively gravitated closer to the two boys.

She wasn’t sure if they would help her, but she was willing to trust people with the same skin color.

The man’s eyeball was severely red, with blood dripping down his cheeks, terrifyingly approaching the trembling Lydia, ready to strike.

But the hand raised was abruptly seized.

"Ah!!—"

A scream echoed through the forest!

Frozen, Lydia was utterly stunned by the scene before her, as a long arm suddenly pulled her wrist, bringing her into an embrace.

A gust of strong wind swept by, another scream pierced through the air, and one of the boys beside her already had a leg forcefully kicking out, hitting the man hard in the lower abdomen!

The action was swift, precise, and fierce!!!

"A man bullying a girl, what a pathetic dog!"