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Chapter 1790: Never Let Go Again
Chapter 1790: Never Let Go Again
Shortly after, Luther stood up and returned to Alisha's hospital room. He couldn't let go of his weak
daughter. He stayed in Alisha's room to watch over her.
Darrin stood guard outside Anderson's room.
Anderson was the first to regain consciousness, around three in the morning. He woke up from the
coma caused by the explosion. His head felt heavy and he struggled to sit up. The lights in the room
were already turned off, with only the emergency night light illuminating the space.
He looked around, realizing that he was in a hospital. So, he was saved?
His last memory was stuck at the third explosion that Cloud triggered in the bathroom. The safe room
had withstood the power of the explosions in the previous two attempts, but by the third one, even he
wasn't confident. Deep cracks had formed around the door frame. If there was another explosion, it
wouldn't have held up.
To avoid getting injured, he followed the emergency rescue knowledge he had learned and lay in the
bathtub, covering himself with all the bath towels and robes he could find, protecting his head securely.novelbin
Even so, with a loud boom, the tremendous blast shockwave dazed him, causing him to lose
consciousness.
Now, he was in the hospital. He had been saved. But who had saved him?
Anderson made an effort to sit up, wanting to reach for the call button on the bedside.
At that moment, Darrin heard the movement from outside and rushed in. He was overjoyed to see
Anderson awake. "Anderson, you're awake. That's great!"
He approached Anderson, embracing him tightly. Darrin patted and rubbed Anderson all over, checking
his forehead. "Anderson, do you recognize me? Are you injured in the head? Did your memory get
affected?"
Then he gently touched Anderson's small face, confirming that all of this was real.
Anderson rolled his eyes, speechless. "Uncle Darrin, I think there's something wrong with your brain."
Darrin finally let go of his worries upon hearing that.
Thank goodness, Anderson was perfectly fine.
Darrin held Anderson's arm. "I was so worried. It's all my fault for not leaving enough people to guard
the Warner family."
"What about my little sister? Is she rescued?" Anderson was most concerned about that. "And where's
Dad? Is he okay? I miss him so much."
Luther woke up from a light sleep, hearing the commotion from the neighboring room. He quickly got up
and rushed to the door. When he pushed open the door to the adjacent room, he heard Anderson's
concerns.
He looked at Anderson in excitement, his thin lips trembling.
Anderson saw Luther and shouted with excitement, "Dad, Dad, you're finally back!"
Darrin quickly got up and stepped aside.
Anderson stretched out his little arms.
Luther hurriedly approached, embracing Anderson as a whole, as if he wanted to merge him into his
own flesh and blood. He hadn't seen Anderson for so long, and when he saw him again, Anderson was
already unconscious and in danger. His heart had been hanging, unable to find peace.
He missed his son so much and said excitedly, "Anderson, as long as you're okay. You're all okay, and
that's wonderful."
"Dad, you're suffocating me," Anderson complained lightly. He was practically being smothered.
Luther quickly released his grip. "Oh, sorry, I held you too tightly."
Anderson confirmed again, "Dad, what about my little sister? Was she rescued successfully?"
Luther cradled Anderson's face in his hands. "Yes, she's in the room next door. She's asleep.
Anderson, I'm sorry. Tonight, we were so focused on your sister that we overlooked you, almost putting
you in danger. You must have been scared."
Anderson nodded, not denying his fear. He had indeed been scared.
"Dad, I tried my best not to fall into the hands of the bad guys. I didn't want to burden you. Did I do
well?" Anderson asked. "I didn't do well, did I? If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have been taken
away."
Luther gently touched Anderson's forehead. "You did it, and you did it well. You're the best in the
world." He didn't mention that Anderson had been captured by Cloud and that Vicki had exchanged
herself to save Anderson.
"That's good," Anderson smiled happily.
Looking around, he asked, "Where's Mommy? Why didn't I see Mommy? Is she too tired? Oh, right, it's
late at night. Mommy must be sleeping."
Luther paused, unsure of how to explain. Joyce had been stabbed by Alisha and was still lying in the
sterile ward undergoing medical observation.
"Dad." Anderson was too clever, sensing that something was wrongwith Luther's expression.
He probed, "Dad, did something happen? I want to go see Mommy and my sister. Is that okay?"
Luther took a deep breath, deciding to tell Anderson the truth. Anderson was too clever, and there was
no way to hide it from him.
"Anderson, listen to me. Something unexpected happened last night. In Alisha's perception, Athena is
her mother because Athena was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes. Plus, Athena
raised her, taught her to speak, and read. For a long time, Athena instilled her with many negative
thoughts. So, your sister has a strong aversion to your mommy."
"She doesn't recognize Mommy, right?" Anderson understood.
"Not just that. Last night, she was emotionally agitated and stabbed your mommy with a little knife.
Fortunately, she was promptly treated and is fine now. Your mommy is in a sterile ward and will be
transferred to a VIP room soon," Luther finally finished explaining.
Anderson was stunned, unable to accept it for a while. His long-awaited sister had actually hurt
Mommy?
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked, "What about my little brothers? Are
they okay?"
Luther touched Anderson's soft hair. "They're safe. Don't worry."
Anderson breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, for now, don't go see your sister. She's currently in a coma. When she wakes up, I'll make sure to
check her current emotional state before you approach her, okay?" Luther said. "I don't want you to be
hurt again."
"Understood," Anderson nodded.
Luther let out a long breath and held Anderson in his arms again, embracing him tightly.
"Dad, you won't leave us again, right?" Anderson reached out his small hand and held Luther's neck,
asking seriously.
Luther's body trembled. Of course, he didn't want to leave them. As long as he could survive, he would
always be by their side. However, he couldn't tell Anderson about the poison.
He gently patted Anderson's back. "Hmm."
Anderson was overjoyed. "Promise not to lie."
"Of course," Luther promised, holding Anderson even tighter.
He truly wished that he would never let go again.