Chapter 472: The Rescue
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
The air was thick with dust.
Janet licked her chapped lips. It had been several hours since the ceiling collapsed. She had turned off
her cellphone to save its battery. She only turned it on to check the time occasionally.
Last she checked, it was already eight oâclock in the evening. She and Ethan had arrived at the cinema
at around two oâclock. Six hours had passed.
Her stomach kept grumbling, reminding her of how hungry she was. She was used to having meals on
time, so naturally, she was quite hungry by now. The popcorn Ethan had bought was now mixed with
dust and pieces of the ceiling. She picked out the clean popcorn and ate it to calm her angry stomach.
The coke had also spilled. The brown liquid was all over the floor.
âThereâs a bit left!â. Janetâs eyes lit up. She was lucky.
There was a bit of coke left in the cup.
Using the light from her phone, she crawled back to Ethan.
There was a huge slab of slate on Ethanâs body. One side of the slab had pierced into his body. Blood
trickled down along his body, forming a pool of blood on the ground. His wound was covered with dust
and rubble. The space under the seat was too narrow, so Janet couldnât reach him. She wanted to
check his wound, but she couldnât see it clearly.
Fearing that Ethan would lose too much blood, Janet held his jaw and tried to pour the coke into his
mouth. Ethan was unconscious. The coke she poured simply spilled out from the corner of his mouth.
âHoney, can you hear me? If you can, please drinkâ¦â Janet was choked with sobs. Tears rolled down
her cheeks uncontrollably.
Ethanâs wound was still bleeding, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Ethan seemed to hear
what Janet said. He frowned and struggled to peel his eyes open. He raised his hand slowly, wiped
away Janetâs tears, and said with difficulty, âDonât cry.â
When Janet saw that his eyes were open, she immediately pressed the cup of coke to his lips.
âI donât know when the rescue team will come Honey, just hold on, okay?â A faint smile tugged at the
corners of Ethanâs lips. Only then did Janet notice how pale his lips were. She couldnât tell if he had
heard what she said just now. Soon, he closed his eyes again.
Janet sniffed, stroked Ethanâs eyebrows, and wiped the dust off his face. Time passed. Janet didnât
know when, but she had fallen asleep. She woke up to the sound of digging around her. She glanced at
her phone. It was already early morning of the next day.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot out in the darkness. Janet had to shield her eyes from the strong light.
âMiss, are you okay?â A rescuer asked warmly, reaching out his hand towards her with a flashlight.
âPlease save my husband first. Heâs trapped down here.â Tears welled up in her eyes. She refused to
let them save her first. The rescue team obliged. Several men lifted the huge slab of slate off of Ethanâs
body.
Only then did she see a deep gash on Ethanâs back. It looked really bad. His torn clothes exposed the
scar caused by the fire, and now the new wound marred his skin. Covering her mouth, Janet looked
away, a lump forming in her throat.
His old wound healed not long ago, and now there would probably be a new scar. Thinking of this,
Janet couldnât hold back her tears anymore.