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 while he carried Anderson and rushed

Alisha were still at the hospital, and he couldn't bear to stay away

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

had already contacted them by phone and arranged for medical carts and a medical team. He also called

swiftly

Darrin waited outside

that I didn't leave enough manpower to guard the Warner family. Anderson is so clever, and

what matters. And don't blame yourself. No matter how many people you left behind, Cloud would have succeeded tonight. There's no difference,” Luther comforted

thinking, he knew to hide in the safe room. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable,”

with lingering fear. Sweat had soaked through his

of his anxiety, the

inside called them

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

a sigh of relief.

expressing gratitude to the

you," Darrin said, glancing at himself and Luther. They were covered in thick dust from the explosion. They couldn't

clothes. He first visited Alisha, who was still in a deep sleep, and then went to