Female Novel
Chapter 1789: It'S Not Over
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."novelbin
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.
Outside the Warner residence, the SUVs brought by Cloud had blocked the avenue. Luther left the
special forces to handle the situation while he carried Anderson and rushed toward the entrance,
boarding the car they had arrived in.
Joyce and Alisha were still at the hospital, and he couldn't bear to stay away from them any longer.
Darrin drove, speeding all the way. The special forces soldiers who had come with them drove another
car, taking Mr. Arnold and the other injured guards to the hospital together.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Darrin had already contacted them by phone and arranged for medical
carts and a medical team. He also called Reuben, who had been anxiously waiting.
As soon as they arrived, the medical personnel swiftly took Anderson and sent him into the CT room.
Luther and Darrin waited outside the CT room.
Darrin was restless. "Mr. Warner, I'm sorry. It's my oversight that I didn't leave enough manpower to
guard the Warner family. Anderson is so clever, and if anything happened to him, I wouldn't be able to
face the marshal."
"Don't say 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, Cloud would have succeeded tonight. There's no difference,"
Luther comforted him.
"Thanks to Anderson's quick thinking, he knew to hide in the safe room. Otherwise, the consequences
would have been unimaginable," Darrin sighed heavily.
Luther was also filled with lingering fear. Sweat had soaked through his back, and his forehead was
covered in large beads of sweat.
In the midst of his anxiety, the door of the CT room slowly opened.
The radiologist inside called them in.
Luther 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 seems that his eardrums are fine."
Luther breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, thank you."
After expressing gratitude to the doctor, Darrin carried Anderson.
"Mr. Warner, I've arranged a room next to Alisha's. Let me 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 the explosion. They couldn't enter
the hospital rooms like that. If they brought the heavy dust into Alisha's room, it might cause infection.
"Yes, alright," Luther agreed.
After thoroughly cleaning himself, Luther changed his clothes. He first visited Alisha, who was still in a
deep sleep, and then went to the adjacent room. Anderson had already changed into clean clothes, his
eyes tightly shut, his little fists clenched defensively.
Luther sat down beside Anderson, gently stroking his small fists, feeling immense tenderness.
Tonight was destined to be extraordinary.
The most important people in his life were lying unconscious in the hospital. Joyce and the twins,
Anderson, and Alisha, eachof them weighed heavily on his mind.
He inserted his fingers deeply into his hair, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. He wanted to
protect them, to always protect them. But he didn't know how long his own body could hold on.
At this moment, Darrin also changed his clothes. He stood guard at the midpoint position outside
Anderson and Alisha's hospital rooms, unable to afford the slightest mistake.
After a while, a nurse entered to administer an IV to Anderson.
"Mr. Warner, we're giving him a saline solution and medication to reduce swelling," the nurse explained.
Luther nodded, stepping aside from his position, watching as the needle pierced Anderson's narrow
blood vessels. His heart ached.
After the nurse finished administering the IV, she left the room.
Luther gazed at Anderson's sleeping face, lost in thought.
The matter with Athena was far from over, and he knew it all too well.
Athena had only lost the tool that threatened her. She wouldn't give up.
He had to put an end to things with Athena as soon as possible. He couldn't avoid facing Christian.