Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Escape

It’s dark.

The broken house lights up.

The so-called banquet was merely inviting a few elders from the clan to eat a potato feast.

Other than the unlimited home-brewed strong alcohol, there was nothing else to offer.

The two grooms hungrily ate a few bites of potatoes, were forced to drink several bowls of alcohol, and were then chased off to the "new room" by Mrs. Marshall.

Fearing that Juliana Jacobs might escape these past two days, Mrs. Marshall only gave her a small potato each day.

Now, Juliana Jacobs sat at the bedside, although her hands and feet had been untied, she looked utterly weary, seemingly powerless.

The room door closed, and Mrs. Marshall personally locked it from the outside, then staggered off to resume drinking with the elders.

Inside the room, the light of red candles was dim.

Marshall couldn’t hold back; he sneered as he lunged at Juliana Jacobs aggressively.

Juliana Jacobs let out a painful cry, which instantly stung Marshall’s heart.

"Marshall, take it easy!"

Marshall paused, turning his head to look at him, full of menace.

"You pathetic little thing, still want to fight me for a woman? Pah, you’re only fit to share a trough with livestock."

This remark effectively ignited Marshall’s fury.

He grabbed the back of Marshall’s neck and dragged him off the bed.

Marshall, though not as robust as Marshall, retaliated with a punch.

The two brothers immediately brawled.

The wine jugs stored in the house were overturned, spilling poor quality high-alcohol white wine everywhere, all over the bed and floor.

"Stop fighting."

Juliana Jacobs hovered around the two brothers, seemingly trying to stop them, but actually took the opportunity to spill the wine on the brothers.

In another room, Mrs. Marshall and several elders were already inebriated, vaguely hearing the commotion next door, assuming it was the "liveliness" of young people during the bridal night.

Mrs. Marshall grinned, thinking, within ten months, there would be a grandchild, and the Marshall family lineage would thrive.

Juliana Jacobs noted that the alcohol concentration in the room was high enough, so when Marshall clutched Marshall’s neck and pinned him against the wall, she "panicked" and kicked the table’s red candle.

As soon as the fire touched the ground, the spilled alcohol promptly sparked eerie blue flames.

Soon, the flames quickened along the wine stains, licking Marshall’s pant leg, Marshall’s cuff, catching the bed linens, and climbing the cracked old newspapers on the walls...

The Marshall brothers quickly released each other, slapping the flames on their bodies.

Yet, they overlooked Juliana Jacobs, who grabbed a stool and smashed it against the wooden window.

"Brother, that woman is escaping!"

Only now did the Marshall brothers realize they had been tricked by Juliana Jacobs, but at this moment, the raging fire inside the room had formed a blistering wall between them and Juliana Jacobs.

Juliana Jacobs didn’t even glance at them, swiftly flipping out the window into the courtyard, then hurriedly fled toward the direction she had scouted during the day, her figure quickly disappearing into the night.

Although she had been confined in the house these days, Juliana Jacobs had been observing the terrain outside through the door cracks when Mrs. Marshall and her sons were not home.

She knew Mrs. Marshall and her two sons carried farming tools every day, always taking the dirt road on the left leading to the field side.

Therefore, she didn’t hesitate to choose the right side.

But the further she ran, the more densely packed the adobe courtyards became, with dogs barking furiously.

Juliana Jacobs felt increasingly uneasy.

Perhaps, this wasn’t the way out of the village.

Mrs. Marshall’s courtyard was ablaze, accompanied by vigorous clanging of gongs.

The nearby dogs barked even more frantically, several families lit up their lights.

Juliana Jacobs’s heart sank.

The gong would awaken the whole village, and she would soon be cornered.

Just then, she suddenly came upon a distinctive courtyard.

The walls were neatly made of white bricks, taller than the surrounding adobe houses, and the yard was flat and spacious.

In the center of that sleek cement ground quietly sat a half-worn blue agricultural three-wheeled vehicle.

Juliana Jacobs suddenly halted in her tracks...

The sound of gongs and commotion pressed closer, the flickering light of torches not far behind.

Mrs. Marshall’s sharp curses first pierced the air.

"...the wretched outsider woman, set fire to burn my two sons, if caught, I’ll flay her for sure!"

The villagers, awakened, formed a crowd, surging outside the white brick courtyard.

The white brick house’s door happened to open at this moment, revealing a middle-aged man, draped in a coat, with a solemn countenance.

The noisy villagers immediately called out in unison, "Village Chief."

Mrs. Marshall, seeing him as a savior, rushed forward weeping.

"Village Chief! The woman we bought escaped! She set my house ablaze and burned my sons, you must seek justice for me."

The Village Chief frowned, glanced towards the Marshall house in the glow of the fire, then quickly instructed, "Aiden, Henry, carry the Marshall brothers out fast, I’ll drive them to the town health center."

Then, turning to the restless villagers, "The woman won’t have gotten far. Some of you take the dogs and pursue her! Once found, incapacitate her before bringing her back."

The villagers responded in action.

The Village Chief briskly walked towards the three-wheeler in the yard.

This vehicle had a wide cargo bed, he tightened the pile of old burlap sacks on the side, laid a layer of straw in the cargo bed, then drove it to the Marshall courtyard.

The Marshall house burned fiercely, beyond saving with the wind’s aid, so the villagers gave up.

The Marshall brothers had been carried to the door.

Both were charred beyond recognition, with just faint chest movements proving they were still alive.

The villagers quickly and chaotically carried them onto the cargo bed, and the Village Chief dared not delay, sped off towards the town.

When the three-wheeler arrived at the health center’s entrance in the town, it was already dawn.

The Village Chief and weary doctor hurriedly and awkwardly moved the two charred bodies from the cargo bed, neither bothering to look back at the heap of mess tossed aside.

When everyone was busy in the treatment room, the pile of tattered burlap sacks and straw suddenly rustled, and Juliana Jacobs slowly sat up.

After a bumpy ride, her bones almost came apart, but she dared not linger; biting her tongue sharply, the acute pain mixed with the taste of blood instantly dispelled her foggy consciousness and fatigue.

In the health center, the Village Chief’s anxious inquiries rang intermittently.

Juliana Jacobs seized this brief moment, scrambled out of the cargo bed, and without looking back, dashed into the town, where the faint lights had not yet totally extinguished.

At this hour, the townspeople were mostly asleep.

After circling the town, Juliana Jacobs found there was only one inn.

She didn’t dare linger outside too long, a plan quickly formed in her mind:

First, plead with the innkeeper, anyway temporarily credit the cheapest bed for one night, then use the shop’s phone to contact Elias Langley. As long as he could arrive as soon as possible, the danger she faced would be relieved.

So, she walked to the wooden door marked "Paxen Inn," and lightly knocked.

Several times she repeated.

Before long, she heard the sound of slippers from inside.

The door latch was undone, revealing a couple who looked simple and honest standing inside.

Juliana Jacobs was about to speak, but the instant she saw them, her blood ran cold.

This couple were the very traffickers who kidnapped her from the airport and personally sold her to Mrs. Marshall.