Chapter 509 Ironic

Lincoln had witnessed this kind of nauseating scene many times.

Women running around in places like this late at night were bound to face harassment. However, he usually couldn't be bothered unless it went too far.

At this moment, the woman he had rescued out of goodwill last time lay sprawled on the ground.

It was the same woman who had bid him farewell with a sad face at the bar, the one whom Lucy accused him of toying with.

Lincoln had intended to ignore her and drive away. However, the woman had already spotted him and shot a desperate look in his direction.

She said nothing and simply stared at him in silence.

With tears in her eyes, she stubbornly refused to admit defeat. Her body was trembling, and she clenched her fists as if she was holding out for a miracle.

Lincoln hesitated. If he left like this, would it be considered standing by idly as someone faced danger? Even though this woman had no connection to him, wasn't it a form of chivalry to intervene when witne