My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 282 Edward’s Serious Injury

After striking another crossbow bolt, Freya heard a cry of surprise from Edward beside her. “Freya! Watch out!”

The next second, Edward was already standing in front of her. Freya looked at the young man in front of her, and a

steel crossbow arrow pierced through his right chest, the tip of the arrow pointing out before

her.

There was blood on the arrowhead. Edward staggered in pain and Freya panicked. “Edward!”

The man in gray, not far away, clearly didn’t expect this. He stood stupefied for a moment before quickly loading a

new arrow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Freya immediately helped Edward to the side.

There was no other choice.

She looked at the man in gray sternly.

She had to fight back now.

Edward couldn’t move now, and she had to keep the man occupied, preventing him from injuring anyone else.

Freya dodged several steel arrows and quickly ran toward the man in gray.

Her speed was remarkable, her movements agile, making it difficult for the man to aim accurately.

Moreover, aiming required stability, and shooting while retreating made his shots increasingly off-target.

Freya took a deep breath.

Thirty yards! Twenty yards! Freya mentally counted. When she was fifteen yards away from the man in gray, he

seemed to give up, turning around to escape once again.

Freya picked up her pace.

As the man in gray attempted to climb over the wall again, Freya immediately halted her steps.

This time, she didn’t intend to chase him, for Edward’s condition required immediate attention.

After making sure the surroundings were safe, Freya quickly returned to Edward’s side.

Edward was already sitting against the wall, the edge of the crossbow arrow in his chest oozing blood.

“It hurts.”

Freya panicked for a moment, and when she saw Edward trying to remove the arrow himself, she hurriedly stopped

him. “Don’t move!”

She didn’t know where the crossbow bolt had injured him, and blindly pulling it out could cause severe bleeding.

A trace of fresh blood appeared at the corner of Edward’s mouth. “All that matters is that you’re okay.”

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Freya bit her lower lip. The wound in Edward’s chest was a through-and-through injury, and even looking at it made

her feel the pain.

She quickly took out her phone from her pocket and called the hospital.

After making the call, she immediately pressed her hand firmly against his wound.

“Don’t worry, Edward. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”

The sound of a police car approached from far away. With blood on her hands, Freya supported Edward and looked

toward the approaching car, and it was what Jonathan saw after getting out of the police car, which stopped by

Swan Lake.

His expression turned serious, and he immediately ran over. “What happened?”

Freya didn’t have time to explain in detail. “I think Tencountered the real killer. Edward saved me when the killer

attacked me.”

Jonathan immediately opened the car door nearby. Let me take you to the hospital first.”

Freya supported Edward and pointed to the shoe prints on the wall, then handed Jonathan the blood- stained

camera from Edward’s hand.

“You take this first. The shoe prints on the wall are the tracks left by the killer. I need to take him to the hospital

now. I’ll leave the rest to you!”

“Let me take you there,” Jonathan offered hurriedly, but Freya shook her head. “No need. You’re a police. officer.

It’s not convenient.”

Her voice was hoarse.

After carefully placing Edward in the back seat, Freya sat in the driver’s seat.

Jonathan stood by the car, still somewhat puzzled. He couldn’t understand what inconvenience there would be for

him, a police officer, to take someone to the hospital.

The next second, he saw his police car speeding away like an arrow.

With that speed on the road, it was bound to be stopped by traffic police!

The other police officers had already started collecting shoe prints and fingerprints by the wall.

Jonathan looked at the camera in his hand and turned to the others. “Collect the traces of those shoe prints.

properly!”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the steel crossbow arrows scattered on the ground.

“To think the murderer used these old-fashioned steel crossbows. These crossbows have more power than guns at

close range!” Jonathan’s expression turned cold. So many crossbow bolts on the ground… Looks like the killer had

fired many arrows, yet Miss Kaufmann is fine!

Jonathan was momentarily puzzled, but he still instructed the nearby officers, “Pick up these steel crossbow arrows

and take them back to the station. Have the forensics department analyze the fingerprints.”

Just a couple of streets away from Evergreen University, the man in gray entered a residential building.

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and shortly after, a man in a black suit with a briefcase walked out of the building.

He picked up his phone to answer a call.

“How did it go?”

The man in the suit gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry, it failed! I retreated in a hurry and left behind some crossbow

arrows, and those arrows… have my fingerprints on them.”

The voice on the other end sounded hoarse with anger. “I sent you to handle the evidence! Yet you left more

behind?!”

The man in the suit clenched his teeth. “Kaufmann was just too difficult to deal with. Her skills are exceptional; she

used just a piece of clothing to deflect my steel crossbow arrows.”

“When saying such things, you shouldn’t be praising her skills. Instead, you should be calling yourself trash.” The

voice on the other end turned cold. “Is Freya Kaufmann injured?”

“No, I followed your instructions and deliberately avoided hitting her in any lethal spots. I didn’t manage to hit her

with a single arrow.” After a moment’s thought, the man added, “However, I did hit a student next to her.”

The hoarse voice responded with a faint electric crackling, “Describe the student.”

The man in the suit pressed his lips together. “I don’t know him, but I heard the boy calling Kaufmann

‘sis.

The call abruptly ended.

The man in the suit was somewhat puzzled, but he heard the sound of a police car not far away. His gaze flickered

slightly, and he walked calmly into the entrance of the subway station.

Freya drove the police car on the road, speeding all the way, and soon arrived at Caltun Trinity Hospital.

She quickly brought Edward into the emergency operating room and anxiously waited outside the door.

Her phone kept ringing, and she took it out and checked. It was a call from Braxton.

He breathed heavily on the other end of the line. “Frey, I’m at Swan Lake near Evergreen University. Officer Copper

has already told me about your situation. You’re in grave danger now! Don’t go anywhere. I’m sending people to

protect you!”

“No need, Brax. They weren’t after me.” Freya’s voice was hoarse.

The man in gray must’ve come to clean up the scene again earlier that day and bumped into her while she was

searching for clues.

The only two pieces of evidence were no longer on her, so those people probably wouldn’t come after her again.

Freya fixed her eyes on the door of the operating room, her heart pounding anxiously.

She tightened her grip on her phone. “Brax, please call Jamie and give him some time off to come to the hospital

right away.”

“What happened?” Braxton’s voice became serious, and he suddenly remembered what Jonathan had said

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carlier.

He exclaimed, “The injured student is Edward?!”