Christopher Hart was not sure he could catch the child.
But at the mont of life and death, he had no other choice.
Luckily, the heavens were looking out for them—he lunged out and managed to grab the child’s arm just in ti, pulling him back forcefully and holding him tightly in his arms.
But no matter how impressive he was, he was not a god; he could not walk on walls or fly.
The seventh floor was not too high or too low, but with bad luck, a fall could cause instant brain damage beyond even the "Miracle Doctor’s" help.
If luck were on his side, he might still have a breath left, a chance for the doctors to save him.
He did not know if he could count himself lucky.
When he rapidly fell to the third floor, he crashed hard onto the apartnt building’s awning.
The awning provided so cushioning, but a piece of rebar had pierced sowhere, sending excruciating pain throughout his body.
He rolled over and continued to fall, scraping across a security grill with a "rip," tearing his clothes open—he couldn’t hang on and kept falling.
Then he hit a clothesline on the second floor and rolled off, landing on the top of a stall’s tent on the ground floor.
The sunshade collapsed beneath them, completely hiding both parties from view.
The firefighters had just opened the rescue air cushion and were about to finish inflating it when the two suddenly fell.
Without ti to consider anything else, both firefighters and dical staff sward towards the collapsed sunshade to rescue them as soon as possible.
Upstairs, Alia Garcia clung to the edge of the rooftop, watching the whole process unfold with a heart full of intense pain, fear, and despair... It felt like the end of the world, the very destruction of Earth.
"Christopher Hart! Ethan... Ethan——" Her voice broke as she cried out, completely hoarse, but it was in vain.
Lily Garcia was subdued by the police and pulled back from the edge of the rooftop, her hands cuffed behind her.
But she was still laughing.
Bending over to look at the chaos below, and seeing many people frantically trying to rescue victims from the collapsed sunshade, she laughed loudly: "Christopher Hart’s dead... From that height, he’s definitely dead... Hahaha, he’s off to et King Rhys with his son! Hahaha——"
Alia Garcia stared fixedly at the scene below, her despair and grief spreading through her like a mushroom cloud from an explosion.
And yet Lily Garcia, with a complete loss of humanity, was still adding fuel to the fire!
She suddenly turned around, her eyes bloodshot and bleak, "Lily Garcia! I want you to join them in death!"
Before her words fell silent, she attacked with gritted teeth, her hands clasping Lily Garcia’s throat like claws, shaking her fiercely.
With Lily’s hands cuffed behind her, she had no power to fight back.
Choked by Alia, Lily’s cheeks quickly turned red, her tongue sticking out as she gagged.
"Lady Norton! Let go imdiately!"
"Release her! She will face legal justice! Release her now!"
"Calm down!"
The police officers were all trying to persuade her, tugging at her arms and pulling her away.
But Alia Garcia, overwheld by extre sorrow and rage, had clearly lost all sense of rationale.
A demon with a heart of a serpent like Lily Garcia shouldn’t be allowed to live!
Strangle her!
Strangle her as vengeance for her son!
Although she was a frail woman, the primordial strength that erupted within her at that mont prevented several strong n from pulling her away.
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Downstairs, dical and firefighting teams found the man and child beneath the tarp.
Christopher Hart lay curled on his side, his arms tightly guarding the child at his chest, one hand still pressing the child’s head into the crook of his shoulder, both of them motionless.
Beneath him, a dark red pool of blood had already spread—whether it was his, the child’s, or both was uncertain.
"We’ve found them! Don’t move him!"
"Don’t move!"
Given the unclear extent of the injuries, rashly moving the injured person could only exacerbate the risk and cause secondary harm, so dical staff imdiately cautioned and hurriedly brought the first-aid kit.
Just when everyone thought both the adult and child had passed out, they were startled by the sound of a child’s crying. People exclaid in alarm, "The child is alright! The child is crying! Hurry and rescue the child!"
The dical staff carefully attempted to move Christopher Hart’s arm.
But they found that even though he was in a semi-conscious state, his arm, seemingly by instinct, was still tightly protecting the child in his embrace.
"Sir! Sir! We are doctors, here to save you! We need to check the child’s condition... Sir?"
dical staff tried to communicate with the man, clarifying their identity and intentions.
Half-conscious, Christopher Hart understood, and relaxed the strength in his arm with what little awareness he had left.
Ethan was rescued.
"Quickly check the child for injuries to see if he’s been hurt."
Another dic took Ethan, conducted inquiries, checked his hands and feet, and lifted his clothes to see if there were any wounds on his body.
"It seems like the child is fine... just so scrapes, probably more startled than anything," the doctor declared after an initial examination, unbelievably.
Falling from the seventh floor with only a few scrapes was nothing short of a miracle!
It was clear Christopher Hart had protected him well, truly risking his life to shield the child!
The police outside received the news and imdiately communicated with colleagues, "The child is fine, have the adults co down quickly, the child is doing well! He’s crying!"
The voice transmitted from the walkie-talkie, and the officers upstairs were equally astonished, "The child is fine! The child is doing well!"
"Lady Norton, your son is alright, he’s doing well and crying! Listen!" The officer couldn’t pull apart the frenzied, out-of-control Alia Garcia and had to quickly relay the good news to her, taking the walkie-talkie down to her ear.
The son’s cries ca through clearly, Alia Garcia was stunned, turning to look at the walkie-talkie.
"Ethan... it’s Ethan’s crying—" Overwheld with emotion, she let go of Lily Garcia, who she had nearly strangled to death, grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Ethan! Mommy’s here! Mommy’s coming soon! Don’t cry, don’t cry!"
She babblingly comforted her son, rushing towards the staircase.
Several officers hurried to follow her.
Elsewhere, Lily Garcia’s neck was freed, and she collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, murmuring to herself, "I didn’t die... from so high up... I didn’t die... it’s so unfair, so unfair..."
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Alia Garcia sprinted downstairs, tumbling several tis, but she didn’t care, getting up and continuing to run.
When she burst out, the firefighters imdiately cleared a pathway.
At a glance, she saw Christopher Hart lying on the ground, covered in blood stains, a sight that struck terror, with dics administering ergency treatnt.
Alia Garcia halted, staring at the man on the ground, gasping for breath, her mind buzzing, her entire world shaking violently.
Christopher Hart, would he... could he...
Soone beside her spoke, asking if she was the child’s mother. Her face ashen, the buzzing in her ears relentless, it was as if she heard, yet did not hear.
She didn’t know how her feet had reached the man’s side; her brain was a jumbled ss, her heartbeat chaotic beyond description.
Not until Ethan threw himself into her arms, repeatedly calling out, "Mommy, mommy," did she start to snap out of it, her ears again picking up external sounds.
"Ethan... Ethan—" She looked at her son’s tear-streaked face, holding him tightly in her arms, her body shaking violently.
Christopher Hart was bleeding profusely, and the dics simultaneously perford ergency first aid while shouting for him to stay alert, to wake up, to hold on!
Alia Garcia’s thoughts were awakened, and she looked up at the chaotic and tense scene before her.
"Doctor, he..."
The dic urgently said, "Talk to him, keep him conscious! Hold on!"
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