Isaac Ross couldn’t bear to watch anymore, his legs gave out, and he knelt beside Sumr Monroe with a pale face.
"It’s not your fault... it’s mine. Those guys deliberately blocked my way, but I should have ignored them and run straight over... From the beginning, I shouldn’t have brought that kid back from the beach... His death is all because of !"
Isaac murmured, as if he was speaking to Sumr, but also to himself.
He hamred the ground with his fist, and soon blood started seeping from the back of his hand.
Sumr saw this and imdiately grabbed Isaac’s hand, trying to stop him: "Are you crazy? If you keep hitting, your hand will be ruined!"
"Let go of ! If it’s ruined, then so be it. I’m the one who hard him, I need to pay with my life!"
Sumr refused to let go no matter what.
At that mont, the woman causing trouble earlier rushed over and slapped Sumr hard on the face.
Sumr was caught off guard, her face burning with pain.
However, the second slap followed quickly.
Sumr instinctively tried to grab the woman’s hand, but a large hand acted first, firmly clamping down on the woman’s hand, and with a forceful twist, a "crack" sound was heard, followed by the woman’s scream of pain.
"Ahhhh— my hand! My hand is dislocated!"
Sumr instinctively looked at the owner of that hand, and a face obscured by soot yet distinctly sharp ca into view.
But even though the man’s face was covered in soot, those deep, endless black eyes, and the overwhelming aura he exuded made it impossible to look away.
"D-Damian Knight..." Sumr spoke his na in disbelief.
Beside them, Isaac was overjoyed to the point of tears: "You kid, you kid, what a lad! Damn it! I knew you were tough as nails!"
Damian Knight cast a glance at the two, a faint smile in his eyes.
Sumr’s tears started to flow again.
She imdiately covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.
He’s not dead! Damian Knight isn’t dead!
He kept his promise, he’s not a big liar!
Damian seemingly guessed what she was thinking, his thin lips curved up as he said, "Didn’t I promise you? Without your permission, my life won’t end here."
The hint of a smile in his eyes was srizing, stirring one’s soul.
But the woman’s shrill voice broke the original atmosphere: "Give back my son! You give back my son! Why did you save everyone except my son? You return my son’s life to !"
Sumr looked at the woman, and even though her face and mouth showed indifference, her heart felt like it had been doused with cold water.
The feeling of being scolded despite doing a good deed was truly unpleasant.
Like a needle soaked in saline pricking the heart.
Not fatal, but painfully unbearable.
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head.
Damian Knight’s eyes, which originally held a hint of laughter, were suddenly covered in ice and snow.
Along with it, his facial expression turned cold bit by bit.
He looked at the woman icily and said coldly, "Seems like I didn’t hit hard enough?"
"Kill then! Kill , I’ll seek you out for revenge in hell! It’s you who let my son die in there! You’ll die a horrible death!"
Damian lost all patience, reaching out to strangle the woman’s neck.
Suddenly, a child’s voice rang out, "Mom... stop yelling!"
The woman looked in shock towards where the voice ca from, only to see her son erging disheveled from behind a firefighter.
The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief, brightening with the rekindled hope in her eyes.
"Son!"
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