18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 348

Had it not been for the sharp slaps that Bently's mom unleashed on Lindsay's cheeks which caused Bentley's eyes flicker, Stella might've thought Bentley had keeled over in some tragic act of devotion. Bentley's mother was livid, teeth clenched in fury. "If you're so eager to die, do it already! Leave your son behind and just die."

It was that little hussy throwing a fit, insisting on moving to the guesthouse, that dragged her son and grandson over there to coddle her.

Well, now look what had happened. The house collapsed, that woman was dead, and her unborn child too. Her son's spine was damaged, paralyzed, and the poor little grandson was motherless.

Bently's mother was on the brink of insanity. If she had known birthing such a calamity would lead to this day, she would've choked the life out of him at birth, avoiding this tragedy.

Bran wrapped his arms around the distraught woman. "Auntie, please, try to calm down."

She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "He might as well be dead. It would solve everything!"

Stella wasn't an expert in orthopedics or neurology, so she could only tend to Bentley's superficial injuries. Thinking of all the supplies Bentley had provided her, she offered a friendly suggestion, "He's got nerve damage. If it's possible, you might want to see if acupuncture could help."

As for where they could find a master of such things, she was of no help.

After tending to the wounds, Stella rushed off to rescue her own bladder.

Dawn broke, and the rescue efforts ceased.

Due to the night's poor visibility, Cody and Austin had suffered some minor scrapes and bruises.

The Porras family had their own medicine and took care of the injuries themselves.

The debris from the demolished guest wing revealed a charred object, twice the size of an escape pod. This cursed thing had caused injuries and death.

Curiosity stirred around it. "What in the world is this? It sure doesn't look like a missile," they murmured.

closely. "Looks

onlookers. Those who didn't understand were baffled, while those who knew what it meant turned pale. With thousands of satellites orbiting Earth, it was rare for one to fall-and even

struck by a falling satellite, talk about bad

might have been avoided. Poverty,

recognition, but within the hefty metal mass, there seemed to be chips not entirely

more convinced

many saw it as a curse, Stella didn't. Having witnessed numerous inexplicable disasters over the years, she wondered if something had gone awry in the cosmos, like a change in the magnetic fields. If that were true, with thousands of

even have the energy to change his blood-stained

smog incident, and since then, they hadn't found a suitable replacement. With many injured

ask for as payment, just

of any payment yet. Just focus on your family

they spoke, Evan arrived with the police to

attention, quickly

damage to the Porras family's guest

darkened

Days earlier, one had

uncertain how many other places

were in ruins, and Newtown lacked bomb shelters. If all the satellites were to fall, it would be an unprecedented disaster-unpreventable. The government on high alert, convening meetings immediately. At dinner, Stella's fears hadn't subsided, and then came

scanning the surroundings with her telescope, but saw no signs of disaster. Her

by the escape pod's limited space, Stella decided to make use of the Rover. Reclining the seats, the three of them and the dog spent the night in the vehicle. Lukas reached out over the walkie-talkie. "Stella, another strike just happened. You folks want to come stay with

crew had dug out a sizable basement,

ground floor. The Porras place just got hit; what

persisted, concerned, but she

signed off than Austin called. "Jasper, Stella, why don't you move in with

with good drainage