Female Novel
Chapter 380
Half an hour had ticked by since the blaze was extinguished, yet there was still no word of Ian. TheHayes family was in utter chaos.
While fighting through her pain, Rose made her way to Clara and took her hand. "Clara, don't bescared," she said, her voice a mix of grit and tenderness. "No matter what happens to Ian, you'realready a part of this family."
Clara knew what Rose was implying without it being said outright. Pretending to be calm, Clarareplied, "Grandma Rose, Ian won't leave us. He promised to be there for our baby, to watch themgrow. I believe he's still out there."novelbin
Looking at Clara's brave front, Rose couldn't hold back her tears any longer, which streamed downher cheeks. With a gentle pat on Clara's hand, she said, "Alright, we'll wait for him together."
As seconds and minutes passed, the predawn sky began to lighten. Firefighters were still combingthrough the ruins of Crimson Manor.
Online, the story was trending; everyone was waiting for the moment Ian would be found. Prayersflooded the live streams, wishing for Ian's safety.
In the wake of Ian's heroic act to save his mother, the crisis at Hayes Corporation seemed to betaking a turn for the better.
Meanwhile, in a quiet suburb, a man sat in a wheelchair in the vast living room of his villa, watchingthe drama unfold. A smirk broke through his usually stern features.
His assistant whispered, "Sir, Crimson Manor's gone up in smoke. Ian is probably in pieces now.How could he have possibly survived? Just watch, the Hayes Corporation will descend into turmoil,and that's when we'll make our move."
The man's face twitched coldly as he replied in a low tone, "How's Leonora doing?"
"Just some burns, nothing life-threatening. She really went to extremes this time and did us a hugefavor."
He chuckled darkly, "She did herself a favor. Do you think she'd ever get out of Crimson Manorwithout this little drama?"
"That's true," the assistant conceded. "But Ian was good to her in the end, risking his own safety tosave her."
The man huffed with a hint of respect, "He guessed our intentions. To protect Hayes Corporation, hetook the risk. The kid has brains and guts. It's a real shame to lose such a formidable opponent. It'snot easy to find a rival like that."
Their conversation was cut short as a shout from the live stream on the man's phone filled the room.
"Mr. Hayes has been found!"
The man's eyes darkened, fixated on the screen. There was Ian, covered in soot, being carried out.His clothes were charred and torn. His face was so blackened that his features wereunrecognizable. Paramedics rushed to him, laying him on a stretcher for immediate medicalattention.
Clara felt as if her legs were made of lead, rooted to the spot. She watched the medics work on Ian.His face was charred, and he was unresponsive.
The emotions she had been holding back finally broke through. Her throat was so tight she couldbarely speak.
Casey stepped forward, supporting his daughter with a soft voice. "Clara, promise me, no matterwhat happens to Ian, you'll think of yourself and the baby, you hear?"
Clara's voice trembled. "Dad, he's going to be alright."
Hearing her say that, Casey's eyes reddened. "Let's go over to him. Maybe he'll respond to yourvoice."
With her father's support, Clara stumbled over to where Ian lay. She opened her mouth severaltimes before a hoarse whisper finally escaped her lips, "Ian."
Though faint and raspy, that call was like a shot of adrenaline to Ian.