He rushed over like a madman, intent on pulling the man away.
Luckily, the man released his grip at the same time, and when Harry Hall pulled him away, he did not end up also pulling the fruit knife out from Helen Melendy's chest.
"Helen… Helen…"
Harry Hall had no time to deal with the man; he cradled Helen Melendy's unsteady body, afraid to make any sudden movements.
His eyes were red with bloodshot veins as he held Helen, the tall man's entire body trembling.
People in the store had already called the police, and Elly Campbell was not faring much better than Harry Hall at the moment.
Her body was also shaking, her complexion pale as paper.
Her mind was a blank, utterly clueless about what to do.
She could only mechanically cover Helen Melendy's wound, trying to stop the blood from continuing to flow.
"Helen, it's okay... it's okay, we're going to get married. Hold on, don't sleep, the doctors will be here soon…"
