Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 496

Everyone at the scene gasped, helplessly watching as Zora falling.

Instinctively, I let out a cry, "Carl..."

In that critical moment, Zora fiercely flung little Carl from her embrace. Carl’s cries were heart-

wrenching as his tiny body was tossed into the air, rapidly descending.

I exclaimed in horror, "Carl!"

Simultaneously, a figure leaped forward, arms outstretched towards Carl, and I lunged too...

Those arms caught Carl and rolled on the ground to cushion the fall, while I stumbled on a rock and

plunged forward.

As I fell, Hannah grabbed my hand tightly, and we were both hanging on the edge of the cliff.

Several people rushed over and heaved us up. Instinctively, I looked back; the cliff was bottomless, and

Zora had vanished without a trace.

While I was still in shock, I heard Larkin, who was holding Carl, yell, "Miss, Carl's been hurt!"

I was stunned, rushing to Larkin's side. Carl was still crying, his little face beet-red and his eyes

despairingly looking at me, while his arm bled profusely.

The bullet had gone through Carl's arm before striking Zora's shoulder!

It was clear that the shooter hadn't cared about Carl's life; they didn’t intend to leave him alive. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Fortunately, the bullet had missed his body and not hit any vital organs, but it had left a dark, gaping

wound in his tiny arm.

Frozen in horror, I stared at the wound, overcome with pain, when someone shouted, "Quick, stop the

bleeding and get him to the hospital!"

That snapped me out of it, and with a heart full of anguish, I touched his head and cried, "Carl! Don't

cry, Mommy's here..."

Hannah swiftly tore off a strip from her white tee and tightly bound Carl's arm with it.

Larkin announced, "I'll take him to the hospital, Hannah, come with me! Everyone else, search the

area, find the shooter!"

“Make way!” Everyone was calling out.

Only then did I notice the abrasions on Larkin's arms!

He sprinted down the hill with Carl in his arms like a wild stag, while I sat on the ground, watching him

disappear from my sight, murmuring, "Carl..."

Jaylan stood frozen for a long time before approaching me, reaching out to help me up. I swatted his

hand away.

I pushed Hannah, "Go with them, hurry!"

"No way, the situation is unclear, I can't leave you!" she insisted, grabbing me, "Get up, we need to get

down this hill!"

I had no time to refuse before Hannah hoisted me onto her back and ran down the hill, the wind

whistling by my ears.

Upon reaching the hospital, Carl had already been rushed into the emergency room.

Larkin and two cops stood by the door, grave-faced.

"How is Carl? How's my boy?" I rushed to the door, questioning Larkin.

"Miss, calm down! He's in surgery!"

Hearing his words, I staggered. Surgery? All I could imagine was that brutal, bloody hole.

Just then, Jaylan ran up to me, and, unable to contain myself, I slapped him hard across the face. He

stood there dazedly, staring at me.

Jaylan's face was a mask of complex emotions, but I believed that among them was hatred.

Hannah held onto me, teetering on the edge, consoling, "Allie, don't panic, it'll be okay! He's going to

make it!"

I cradled my head, feeling powerless, silently praying in my heart that nothing would go wrong.

He was so young, why did he have to go through so much? What had I done wrong to make my child

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"Calm down! The surgery isn’t done, we're running out of plasma, let go!" she said, struggling free from

my grasp.

"Yes, Type B!" the first nurse confirmed, quickly taking the tray.

Hearing their conversation, I froze in place, and the next second, I grabbed the nurse...