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."

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 1V, 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.