Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1521 The Explosion at the Site

Ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars rushed from all directions toward the exploding construction site.

Noah was already there when we got to the site, and various news media swarmed in, instantly surrounding the construction site.

Although the explosions had stopped, smoke still billowed, and the scent of explosives lingered. Amidst the haze, all I could see was rubble.

I grabbed hold of a foreman on the site and asked loudly, "Are there any casualties?"

"It's still unclear at the moment. The bomb squad won't let anyone near. They are afraid there might be more bombs!" The foreman said, "However, we've notified the person responsible for this building to start counting their people. We believe we'll have a tally soon!" The exploded construction site had already erected a 12-story framework. The original plan was for a 23-story building. The explosion started from the eighth floor, followed by two more blasts on the third floor, causing the stairwell frame to collapse completely. An hour later, news finally came. Three were severely injured, 12 were lightly injured, and thankfully, no fatalities.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this might be the best outcome.

It was said that yesterday, a scaffolding on a construction site loosened, nearly causing casualties. So, before starting work today, all construction sites held impromptu safety meetings, delaying the start but ultimately saving lives.

The bomb squad meticulously searched the collapsed rubble, confirming there were no unexploded bombs before beginning the cleanup.

a site work meeting with us, during which the person responsible for this construction site reported

made headlines across major

entire country but also the international community. After all, this was a high-profile construction project garnering much attention, yet suddenly, such a terrifying

the situation, news media coverage couldn't be suppressed. Neither

was divided instantly, but the consensus was clear-someone had

versions of events

this project, I

he had everything under control, I still felt some self-blame. Indeed, I paid too little

the main person in

hours, hustled at

took its toll on me, and I eventually

regained consciousness. Since the incident, he had been overseeing the overall situation, dealing with some tricky peripheral issues. When I fainted, he wasn't

he rushed to the hospital anxiously and saw me lying pale on the hospital bed, his handsome face contorted with

by my bedside, gently holding my hand and telling me, "Chlo, listen to me. Your health is more important than anything else. Even if the whole city were to explode, as long as nobody gets hurt, we can rebuild it. It

better than before! Understand?"