Chapter 268

---- Chapter 268 Giselle saw two cars parked at the corner of the deserted factory. As she staggered her way to the factory, she realized that there was no one in the deserted factory at all. The cars were probably owned by someone who had just decided to park their cars at a random spot so they could go about their business nearby. The cars were an older model with peeling paint. She reckoned that the cars would still have the traditional ignition system, and they wouldn't have a modern, smart alarm system that would notify the police automatically.

Giselle picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it hard against one of the car's windows. After a very long time, the window finally gave way. She reached her hand in from the hole she made in the broken window and tugged the car door handle from the inside to let herself in. After climbing into the driver's seat, she used the brick to smash the casing of the ignition system located at the bottom. of the steering wheel and pulled out some wires.

Previously, while she was an avid explorer of the wild with her friends, her car would have broken down in the middle of nowhere every now and then. Maneuvering around experiences like these caused her to be equipped with basic car ---- fixing skills, which also familiarized her with the techniques of hot-wiring a car. In the bunch of wires she had found, there was one main wire that was connected to the battery of the car and one more wire that was in charge of ignition , which provided power to the starter, the fuel pump, and the motor.

After testing them out one by one, she had finally connected the main wire for the battery and the wire for ignition. The moment the dashboard lit up, she felt her heart leaping ecstatically. Suddenly, she heard someone running toward her direction. It seemed like the owner of the car had found out that Giselle was stealing their car. She couldn't care much anymore. She slammed the car door shut, locked it, and floored the accelerator , driving the old, stick-shift car with ease, zooming out to the boulevard opposite ina blink.

The car owner could only watch helplessly as their car got stolen. They yelled at Giselle in a language she didn't understand, and later, took out their phone to call the police. Giselle didn't care anymore. She pushed the accelerator pedal further, lurching the car quicker ina direction that she wasn't very clear about, and all she did was continue to go forward. As she felt the wind whistling in at her through the broken window, she finally sensed freedom once again. This sensation had overwhelmed her with a turmoil of emotions, ---- causing her to burst out in tears.

She wept as she drove, sobbing so hard her body trembled. She went along the route Orin had brought her previously, and soon, she had passed through the town. When she realized that no cars were chasing her down as she entered a long stretch of mountain roads, she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. It was at that moment that Giselle felt the pain radiating from the wound behind her leg. As she glanced down, she saw the cloth made from Orin's shirt still snugly on her wound.

When she was reminded of the few times she had shot him in the woods, when she thought about the possibility of him being already dead since no one knew he was there, she didn't feel triumphant at all. Instead, her heart was heavy, and she didn't know how to describe what she was feeling. She knew deep down that if she hadn't killed Orin off when she had the chance to, she would never have been able to escape anymore.