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 like a

knew what it meant turned pale. With thousands of satellites orbiting Earth, it was rare for one to fall-and even if they did, they seldom hit the ground,

be struck by a falling satellite, talk

villa hadn't been extended, today's disaster might have been avoided.

sphere. Its rapid descent had scorched it beyond recognition, but within the hefty metal mass, there seemed to be chips not entirely

were more

had gone awry in the cosmos, like a change in the magnetic fields. If that were true, with thousands of satellites above,

the energy to change his blood-stained clothes. "Jasper,

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

you ask for as payment,

thought of any payment yet. Just focus on your family for now. If Shane

they spoke, Evan arrived with the police

wanting to attract attention,

damage

darkened at the

satellite to fall. Days earlier, one had crashed in the capital, igniting

it was uncertain how many other places

it would be an unprecedented disaster-unpreventable. The government on high alert, convening meetings immediately. At dinner, Stella's fears hadn't

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

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.

had dug out a sizable

The Porras place just got hit; what are the chances we'd

concerned, but she

sooner had Lukas signed off than Austin called. "Jasper, Stella, why don't you

basement was top-notch, with good drainage and ventilation, offering them