You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1789: It's Not Over

Luther lifted Anderson upright, holding the small body closely to his chest, tightening his embrace as he felt a surge of fear.

“Is Anderson injured?” Felix stepped forward, concerned. He touched Anderson's forehead. "He's unconscious. With the living room in that state, I'm not sure if his eardrums will be affected. It's also possible that he has a concussion. You should take him to the hospital as soon as possible.”

Luther nodded. “Felix, I'm really sorry about Vicki." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Felix patted Luther's shoulder. "Don't say those useless words. I'll find a way to handle it. The situation outside is chaotic, so I'll withdraw my men. If you need any further assistance, just let me know."

Luther then instructed the leader of the mercenaries, "This is Mr. Saunders. You'll follow him and obey his orders. Your task now is to protect Mr. Saunders."

"Yes," the leader of the mercenaries replied.

Felix nodded. "Alright. I won't stand on ceremony. Some of my men were injured tonight, and we're short on manpower. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Felix turned and left.

He walked faster and faster, pretending to be carefree, but his heart was heavy with worry. Vicki had been taken away by Cloud, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't predict how Cloud would treat Vicki. He was both afraid and concerned.

Luther left the special forces to handle the situation

hospital, and he couldn't bear to stay away from them

The special forces soldiers who had come with them drove another car, taking Mr. Arnold and the other injured

had already contacted them by phone and arranged for medical carts and a medical

as they arrived, the medical personnel swiftly took Anderson and sent him into the

Darrin waited

guard the Warner family. Anderson is so clever, and if anything happened to him, I wouldn't be

those things. As long as he's unharmed, that's what matters. And don't blame yourself. No matter how many people you left behind,

to Anderson's quick thinking, he knew to hide in the safe room. Otherwise, the consequences would have

with lingering fear. Sweat had soaked through his back, and his forehead

of his anxiety, the door of

inside

quickly entered the inner room, standing in front of the computer. The doctor explained, "There's no big problem. His current unconsciousness is due to mild cerebral edema. The shockwave from the explosion can cause blast-related brain injury, resulting in headaches, confusion, difficulty concentrating, and unusual emotions. However, these symptoms usually improve within a few days. Please don't worry. If he vomits after waking up, it's also normal. We will conduct further examinations. Also, for now, it

of relief. "Okay,

the doctor,

take Anderson to clean up and settle him. You should go clean up as well. I've already prepared replacement clothes for you," Darrin said, glancing at himself and Luther. They were covered in thick dust from

deep sleep, and then went to the adjacent room. Anderson had already changed into clean clothes, his eyes tightly shut,