"Everything is in place. There are no other problems. You can handle the rest yourself, Mr. Adriaan!" Chris said to Adriaan after walking out of the building.
"Okay, Chris. Thank you again," Adriaan said with a smile.
"It's my duty. Besides, you paid me." Chris shrugged and turned to look behind him. He then smiled bitterly, "Speaking of which, I have to apologize to you."
"Apologize?" Adriaan also looked behind him. Jacqueline was teasing her daughter in her arms from time to time. Because the nanny could not come, and their daughter was a little girl who liked to rely on others, they had to bring her with them.
"It's okay. There are always accidents in life. Besides, she didn't hold us back, did she?" Adriaan waved his hand disapprovingly.
The three of them soon arrived at the street. After a few words of greeting, Chris went to get the car. Adriaan had other things to do nearby, so he stayed and chatted with Jacqueline.
"He's always like that. He's always so busy and doesn't listen to advice — not even mine." Jacqueline's expression became gloomy as she spoke of her husband's work as a lawyer.
Noticing this, Adriaan immediately changed the topic, "Hey, Emma, how many cars have you counted?" The little girl, who was staring at the cars coming and going on the street, immediately turned her head. Her brown eyes looked around before she said in a childish voice, "I forgot!"
Her voice was soft and very pleasant. Adriaan suddenly showed an exaggerated expression and said in a surprised tone, "Wow, that's rare. This is the first time she spoke to me."
Her voice was soft and very pleasant. Adrian immediately revealed an exaggerated expression and said in a surprised tone, "Wow, that's rare. This is the first time she's talking to me."
"We are leaving, Mr. Adriaan. Goodbye," Jacqueline said with a smile when she noticed that her husband's car had appeared at the corner of the street.
"We are leaving, Mr. Adriaan. Goodbye," Jacqueline said with a smile when she noticed that her husband's car had appeared at the corner of the street.
"Then, goodbye." Adriaan nodded and walked her in the direction of the car.
In less than two steps, a loud rumble suddenly sounded. Without warning, a red double-decker bus rushed in from the side and heavily hit Chris's car. The huge impact immediately dented the car, and it was pushed into the street amidst the flying debris.
"Ah!" After a brief moment of blankness, Jacqueline screamed shrilly and ran forward frantically with her daughter in her arms.
Adriaan snapped back to reality and shouted, "Come back, Jacqueline! Don't go there! "
Unfortunately, it was too late. The bus that had crashed into the street and into the flower bed showed no signs of stopping. It continued to crash on the street, and the first to bear the brunt was Jacqueline, who was carrying her daughter.
Faced with the approaching bus, Jacqueline only had time to do one thing, and that was to throw her daughter in her arms backward. Then, she was heavily hit by the bus and flew more than ten feet away.
Adriaan, who originally wanted to run horizontally, pounced on the bus completely out of instinct and hugged the flying girl tightly. The impact immediately made him lose his balance, but the bus continued to rush forward without the slightest sign of slowing down. At this critical moment, Adriaan became extraordinarily calm. He fell backward, hugged the girl tightly, and rolled a few times on the ground until his back hit the concrete with a bang. Then, the bus rushed forward with a strong gust of wind.
There were a few more loud noises, and the bus finally came to a stop after crashing into a few cars. After a few seconds, Adriaan, who was lying on the ground, finally recovered from the shock. His back was aching, and he was covered in cold sweat. His forehead, elbows, knees, and other parts of his body were burning. At the very least, his skin had been scraped.
"Damn it …" Adriaan cursed in a low voice. Then, he thought of something and looked into his arms. The little girl in his arms did not seem to be injured, but her face was pale and her eyes were staring at him blankly, as if she had lost her soul.
"Emma? Are you okay, Emma? " Adriaan panted and gently patted the little girl's face, but she did not respond at all. He looked up and looked around, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to sit up. Although the street was in chaos at this time, with screams and running sounds mixed together, some kind people ran over to help him up. "Are you okay, sir?"
"Please help me call an ambulance. I'm not sure if the child is injured," said Adriaan, and then looked around with a bitter smile. What the hell, how did this happen?
…
Sitting quietly on the bench outside the operating room, Adriaan looked at the operating room with the red light on, and then looked at the little girl in his arms. His expression was complicated. At this moment, he had changed his clothes, and there were band-aids on his forehead and nose. He only had a few scratches, but they were not serious. The Watson family was much worse.
Chris's skull was fractured, and he died after being sent to the hospital. Although Jacqueline was sent to the operating room for emergency treatment, her internal organs were seriously damaged, and there was too much blood loss, which was very dangerous. But the most difficult thing was Emma in his arms. She did not say anything along the way, and her face was expressionless. From the beginning to the end, she shrank in Adriaan's arms and did not go anywhere. Anyone who tried to get her down would make her react violently. So, Adriaan had to carry her everywhere, even during the examination. Fortunately, she did not ask to go to the bathroom.
According to the doctor's judgment, the little girl was too frightened, and not letting go of Adriaan was an instinctive reaction. If he wanted her to return to normal, he had to find a chance to let her vent as soon as possible. Otherwise, it was hard to say what would happen to her.
Thinking of this, Adriaan could not help but sigh. He looked at the little girl in his arms and shook his head with a bitter smile.
The door of the operating room suddenly opened, and a doctor in a green coat walked out, looking tired. Adriaan quickly went up to him and asked, "Doctor, how is the situation now, doctor?"
"I'm sorry, we've tried our best, sir." The doctor's tone was heavy. "I'm sorry, your wife …"
"No, no, no, she's not my wife …" Adriaan shook his head and was about to correct the doctor when he suddenly froze. "You mean … doctor, you mean … she …"
The hospital bed covered with the white bedsheet had been sent out by the nurse.
"I'm very sorry. If it had been sent here five minutes earlier …" The doctor did not care so much and patted him on the shoulder. Even if Adriaan was not her husband, since he had been waiting outside for so long, there should be a relationship.
Adriaan did not say anything. After watching the hospital bed disappear into the corridor, he sat back on the bench dejectedly. The little girl in his arms was still expressionless, and her eyes were originally dull. He could not help but let out a long sigh. At the thought of her parents disappearing from this world, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
Sad? Sympathy? Or pity? Adriaan did not know. To put it in an exaggerated way, every person who was reborn would directly or indirectly cause the "death" of thousands of people. He did not have the time to feel sorry for them one by one. But now it was different. They had died in front of him, especially Chris's dented car and Jacqueline's collapsed appearance in a pool of blood. No matter how calm and rational he was, he was still a human, so it was inevitable that he would be in a trance.
Forget it, don't think about it. Let's find a way to return Emma to her family first. At the thought of the little girl in his arms, Adriaan could not help but start to have a headache. She would not curl up in my arms like this for the rest of her life, would she?
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps. Two old men, who looked to be in their sixties, appeared in front of Adriaan along with the doctor and the police.
"Hello, Mr. Kewell." The doctor greeted him. He was the one who had examined Emma before.
"Hello, Dr. Sean. What can I do for you?" Adriaan said as he looked at the two old men who followed him.
However, before the doctor could speak, the old woman had already walked over with tears in her eyes. She wanted to take the little girl from Adriaan's arms. "Oh, Emma, my poor Emma, are you okay?"
The little girl immediately struggled. Just like before, she did not want to leave Adriaan's arms.
"Emma, baby, it's me. I'm your grandmother. I won't hurt you. No one here will hurt you!" The old woman said anxiously. Her tears rolled down uncontrollably.
Hearing this, a glimmer of light finally flashed in the little girl's dim eyes. She stopped struggling and looked at the old woman with some doubt.
"Poor baby," the old woman murmured sadly and finally took her out of Adriaan's arms.
Seeing that Emma had left him, Adriaan finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, at the same time, there was also a hint of disappointment.
"Thank you, Mr. Kewell. I'm Russell Watson, Chris's father. They have told me the situation. Thank you for saving my granddaughter." While the grandmother was comforting her granddaughter, another old man walked up to Adriaan and reached out to him with a sad face.
"This is not worthy of praise. I just did what anyone would have done in that situation," Adriaan said with a sigh. "As for your son and wife … I'm sorry."
The old man nodded solemnly. After looking at his wife, he said, "Then we will leave for now."
Adriaan did not say anything. He just made a gesture to invite them to leave.
Russell then took his wife's hand. The two bowed to Adriaan together, then walked out with Emma in his arms. At first, it was nothing, but as they got further and further away, the little girl in the grandmother's arms suddenly became restless. No matter how the old woman comforted her, she could not calm down.
The little girl suddenly looked straight at Adriaan over her grandmother's shoulder. She reached out to him and kept screaming. Every little bit of distance, her body would twist more and more. Her brown eyes were filled with madness and despair.
"It's okay, Emma. Don't worry. It's okay now." The grandmother kept comforting her, but it was to no avail.
Finally, very suddenly, the little girl suddenly howled as if a knife was stabbing her body. Finally, she screamed and struggled frantically. Grandma had no choice but to put her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the little girl ran towards Adrian with all her might. She bumped into his arms and cried miserably, hugging him tightly. For a moment, everyone present looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
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