I Stepped Aside for Her, Now They Beg My Forgiveness Every Night Chapter 167: To the Airport to Intercept

All the n Old Master Lawson brought were bodyguards from the Lawson Family. None of them dared to lay a hand on Tristan Lawson.

Seeing that Tristan Lawson was about to leave, Old Master Lawson’s voice grew cold and deep. "What are you all doing? He’s injured. Take him to the hospital!"

He was his grandson, after all. Old Master Lawson couldn’t just order them to stop Tristan Lawson by force; he had to be mindful of his grandson’s feelings.

Financial standing determines one’s status within the family and in society.

With Tristan Lawson’s current power, even Old Master Lawson could barely keep him in check.

The bodyguards didn’t dare to make a move. They only blocked Tristan Lawson’s path, pleading, "CEO Lawson, you’re injured. Please co with us to the hospital!"

"So, you want to fight?" Tristan Lawson’s voice was cold and deep. "Even injured, I can still spar with you. Co on."

Tristan Lawson casually tossed the iron hamr aside and loosened his tie.

His confident composure made the bodyguards even more hesitant to make a rash move.

But they couldn’t answer to the old master, either. One of the bodyguards stepped forward. "CEO Lawson, forgive us."

"All of you, at once. Don’t waste my ti."

Tristan Lawson was in a hurry to find Noelle Sutton.

All the bodyguards sward him.

Since they all worked for the Lawson Family, they were sharp enough to know better. Who among them would dare to fight Tristan Lawson for real?

In truth, even if they had co at him with everything they had, Tristan Lawson wouldn’t have been afraid.

Hand-to-hand combat and boxing had been part of his mandatory training since childhood.

In no ti at all, the bodyguards were lying scattered on the ground.

Tristan Lawson was already long gone.

Old Master Lawson fud, "A bunch of useless trash!"

He knew Tristan Lawson’s capabilities perfectly well. He had personally grood him to be the next head of the Lawson Family according to the highest standards. Tristan’s physical fitness and his talents in every regard were outstanding.

Nathaniel Lawson didn’t dare to make a sound.

His son had successfully founded his own company at just eighteen. Even without the Lawson Family, he was a giant in the business world. All the more reason for Nathaniel not to say a single word more than necessary.

Old Master Lawson shot him a glare. "You... you’re the most useless one of all. Aren’t you going to get a move on?"

"Where to?"

"Where do you think!"

Old Master Lawson felt like he was going to die of exasperation. He stord out of the cetery, got in the car, and ordered the driver to head for Westhill Villa.

After the fight, Tristan Lawson’s wounds had nearly all reopened, staining a large patch of his shirt red.

He hadn’t even reached the apartnt when he received a call from the female doctor.

"CEO Lawson, your wife is gone!"

"Understood."

Tristan Lawson’s lips thinned into a tight line. He wasn’t surprised, as he’d already guessed as much.

The only reason he kept driving in that direction was because he was clinging to a sliver of hope.

’Maybe she hadn’t left.’

Only now did Tristan Lawson fully realize that she truly wanted to leave him.

’But even if she was going to leave, she had to explain things to him first.’

’What happened two nights ago was a complete accident.’

’Other than that, he hadn’t done anything to wrong her.’

’He wouldn’t allow her to just disappear without a word.’

Tristan Lawson spun the car around, dialing Secretary Shaw as he drove.

"Get to the airport and stop her!"

Tristan Lawson didn’t specify who to stop, but Secretary Shaw understood his aning perfectly.

"I’ll take so n over right away."

"Also, have soone keep a close watch on Second Young Master Yates."

There weren’t many people Noelle Sutton could turn to; besides Second Young Master Yates, there was Hugo Sterling.

After hanging up, Tristan Lawson imdiately dialed Hugo Sterling’s number.

Hugo Sterling’s line was busy...

At that mont, Noelle Sutton was in Hugo Sterling’s car. Hugo was on the phone with his secretary, arranging for a helicopter.

’Tristan Lawson would definitely have n watching the airport. He had to get Noelle Sutton out via another city.’

Hugo Sterling believed Portridge was the safest option; it wouldn’t be so easy for Tristan Lawson to extend his reach there.

Noelle Sutton wanted to go abroad.

He had to help her fulfill her wish, to make up for the guilt he felt for leaving her alone at Westhill Villa the night before.

’If she hadn’t found a way to escape from Tristan Lawson herself, who knew what would have been waiting for her.’

Tristan Lawson kept redialing Hugo Sterling’s number. He glanced down to hit the dial button, and in the split second he looked back up, a massive truck was coming around a bend.

He slamd on the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel, trying to swerve out of the way.

The call connected through the Bluetooth in Hugo Sterling’s car.

"Tristan."

All that could be heard was a loud BANG.

Tristan Lawson’s car slamd into the roadside guardrail. The impact was still imnse; the airbags deployed.

The truck was also braking hard, but its front still clipped the rear of Tristan Lawson’s car.

Another BANG.

"Tristan!"

The sound of Tristan Lawson retching ca through the phone, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his lips.

"Tristan, were you in an accident?"

Hugo Sterling slamd on his brakes.

The sounds from the other end were wrong; it sounded like a collision.

A tremor ran through Noelle Sutton’s lifeless eyes.

"Brother Hugo..."

Tristan Lawson hadn’t called him Brother Hugo in many years.

Hugo Sterling’s heart clenched violently.

Tristan Lawson’s weak, faint, and halting voice was proof enough that sothing had happened.

"Tristan, where are you? I’m coming to find you right now! If you’re still conscious, get out of the car imdiately!"

"Don’t... take Noelle... I have sothing to say... to her..."

Before he could finish, Tristan Lawson passed out.

"Tristan! Tristan!"

Hugo Sterling shouted his na several tis, but the other end of the line went silent.

Suddenly, an anxious voice ca through the phone.

"Sir? Sir, are you okay?"

Hugo Sterling breathed a sigh of relief. Soone had found Tristan Lawson.

"Hello, I’m his friend. Please, where did the accident happen?"

The truck driver gave Hugo Sterling the address.

Hugo Sterling told the truck driver to find a way to get Tristan Lawson out of the car quickly and then call an ambulance.

After he hung up, he looked anxiously at Noelle Sutton. "Noelle, Tristan’s been in an accident. Do you... want to... go see him?"

Even though Hugo Sterling was single-mindedly focused on getting Noelle Sutton out of the country...

...he still had a faint feeling that it wasn’t as if there were no feelings at all between Noelle and Tristan.

In truth, Noelle Sutton’s heart was in knots.

This wasn’t a trivial matter.

A car crash where his life hung in the balance.

Those two loud bangs still echoed in her head.

After loving him so deeply for so many years, she couldn’t possibly have zero reaction to hearing he’d been in a car crash.

But she knew with absolute clarity that this was her best chance to leave.

She clenched her fists and, in the end, shook her head.

’If I go soft on him now, endless suffering is all that will be waiting for .’

’It had been so incredibly difficult for to leave him!’

’I have to go.’

A four-year crush, a seven-year marriage.

Eleven years of her life had been consud by Tristan Lawson. In loving him, she had completely lost herself.

She wanted to go live a life that was her own.

Hugo Sterling personally escorted Noelle Sutton to the helicopter bound for Portridge.

As the helicopter took off, Noelle Sutton waved to Hugo Sterling.

Goodbye, Tristan Lawson.

Goodbye, to the Noelle Sutton I used to be.