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.

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 1? 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.