Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 135: The Only Chance
Benjamin considered himself to be fearless, able to remain calm even in the most dangerous situations. However, when it came
to Martina, the situation was completely different.
He did not respond to Simon’s eye contact, as he was quickly pondering the current situation in his mind. Visibly, the situation
inside was becoming increasingly dire and he could no longer bear it.
Without a word, Benjamin took out a new room key from his pocket, seemingly intending to enter the room directly.
At this moment, Martina was also trying her best to stabilize the situation.
“Sir, please calm down. Let’s talk things through. I have many wishes, and at the very least, let me fulfill them,” Martina pleaded,
trying to buy more time. “We have no grudges against each other. You really don’t have to treat me this way.”
Reasoning with a madman was completely useless.
Just at that moment, Martina clearly heard a faint movement, as if someone was using a room key to open the door. However,
the man was so absorbed in his own mental world, screaming in agony, that he completely disregarded these subtle sounds.
Martina instantly understood that Benjamin had returned. However, the man still had the fruit knife pointed at her, and she
couldn’t take any risks.
She racked her brains and suddenly came up with a more daring plan. It was as if she intentionally spoke to Benjamin outside,
“Hey, standing here is tiring. Why don’t we sit down and talk?”
The man gradually snapped out of his own mental world but was once again triggered by Martina’s exceptionally beautiful face.
“Why should we sit down and talk? Why should I listen to you?” he retorted.
Martina clenched her teeth. “I’m not asking you to listen to me. I’m just giving you a suggestion. How about I count to 3, 2, 1?
Let’s give it a try!”
Benjamin heard every word clearly. He knew this was their only chance, and despite the risks involved, he would do everything

in his power to protect Martina.
The man inside the room, of course, refused to agree. He became even more deranged and was about to attack Martina directly.

Benjamin and Martina’s cooperation was seamless. Just as Martina shouted, “3... 2...1!!”
In the next second, the door swung open, revealing a familiar figure standing before them.
Martina, in perfect coordination, quickly crouched down, feeling a chilling breeze passing over her back but not facing much
threat.
On the other hand, the man with the fruit knife was kicked away by Benjamin.
But this man was also mad. Despite being kicked far away, he managed to crawl up from the ground in an instant.
He charged towards Martina again, shouting, “Damn woman! Women are truly no good!
You go to hell!!!” With the fruit knife about to stab Martina, the situation looked dire.
Benjamin’s heart tightened, and he instinctively positioned himself in front of Martina.
A muffled grunt was heard as Benjamin delivered another powerful kick, seemingly using all his strength. The man was sent
flying and remained unresponsive for quite some time.
But Martina noticed something was wrong; Benjamin seemed to be injured.
Simon was pale with fear and rushed over, “Boss, are you alright?”
On Benjamin’s back, there was clearly a fruit knife stuck in, although it was only about a tenth of its length, it was still quite
serious.
Benjamin remained silent, as if nothing had happened. If it weren’t for the fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, it would
have been hard to notice that he was injured.
Martina’s voice trembled as she witnessed the scene, “Benjamin Had Benjamin gone mad too? In such a dangerous situation,
why would he use his own body to shield her?? If anything happened to him, Martina knew she would never be able to forgive
herself.
Unexpectedly, even at this moment, Benjamin still took the time to reassure Martina, “I’m fine, just a minor scrape.”

Martina wasn’t blind; how could she not see that it was far from a minor scrape? It was almost a fatal stab!

She held Benjamin’s arm and said, “You need a doctor.
You’re such a fool! Why did you save me? Are you out of your mind? What am I supposed to do if something happens to you?”
Perhaps due to the depth of the wound, blood continued to flow from Benjamin’s back, and his clothes had already been stained
red. Moreover, droplets of blood were falling to the ground one by one.
Martina’s eyes were intensely red, whether it was due to the reflection of blood or some other reason.
Simon was particularly enraged; how dare someone lay a hand on his boss right in front of him? They must not value their own
life!
The hotel staff quickly arrived and saw the unconscious suspected murderer who had been kicked down to the ground, with
blood even coming from his mouth. They had no ideal what had happened earlier.
The image of Benjamin with a fruit knife stuck in his back was also witnessed by the staff. The staff sighed, “This man is truly
tough. Even in such a situation, he remains silent.
He’s got human!”
However, regardless of the circumstances, the guests had an incident at their hotel, and they had to take responsibility for it.
Martina couldn’t think about anything else; her only thought was to get Benjamin to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Simon instructed the staff to ensure that the suspected murderer was securely detained and not released, then quickly went to
fetch the car and prepare for departure.
They had temporarily borrowed the car from the company where Pierre worked, and it happened to be available for Benjamin to
use until they returned it.
They soon arrived at the hospital.
After the doctor’s examination, a severe conclusion was reached.
“This is outrageous! Who did this? Step forward!” the doctor exclaimed. “If the fruit knife had gone two inches further, it would
have punctured the lung tube. Even if a divine being came, they couldn’t have saved him!”.

Martina was terrified. She had never imagined such a thing happening right before her eyes. How could she accept it?
She asked anxiously, “So, is his condition severe now? Can you quickly stop the bleeding and treat him?”
The doctor sighed, “Currently, the situation is not particularly critical, but he will require rest. Additionally, he needs to take his
medication twice a day without fail to promote wound healing.”