She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 293

But now…

“No… Melanie, you can’t die… You can’t die!”

I need you!

Dominic’s voice was choked with sobs as he instinctively started to run toward the gangway.

But after a few steps, he stopped, and his shoulders slumped in defeat as he walked back to his original spot.

Right now, there was nothing he could do but wait.

And trust the firefighters.

Beside him, Bryant held Elina tightly. She had already fallen asleep on his shoulder.

At times like this, Bryant couldn't help but envy a child's ability to sleep.

He was filled with a growing sense of dread, which intensified with each passing moment.

He was afraid…

Afraid that his worst fears would come true.

But he was powerless to do anything.

Bryant squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorted with anguish.

He was the one who had invited Melanie to the cruise for the birthday party.

If something really happened to her, he would probably blame himself for the rest of his life.

Bryant’s conscience was in torment.

When he opened his eyes again, Preston suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

At the same moment, Dominic and Evelyn saw him too—

On the gangway.

Preston was carrying Melanie in his arms, sprinting down.

His white gloves were blackened with soot, his fair face was smudged with grime, and his high-end custom suit had several scorched marks.

This was the first time Preston had appeared before everyone in such a disheveled state.

But Melanie, held in his arms, was completely unharmed.

Evelyn’s eyes went wide.

Melanie wasn’t dead!

She hadn’t been burned to death!

Someone had rescued her!

In her dreams, she was trapped in inescapable rooms and unquenchable fires, her body unable to move.

She felt anxious, helpless, and tormented…

And finally, despair.

But each time, she was saved at the last moment.

Because someone would always come for her.

Rushing out of the raging fire to her side.

Sunlight danced on her eyelids. Melanie struggled to open her eyes and saw the hospital room was crowded with people.

Some held boom microphones, others carried cameras, and some appeared to be independent streamers, broadcasting live from their phones.

Melanie couldn’t make sense of the situation.

She frowned, annoyed.

She was a patient.

Not some disgraced celebrity or a criminal whose case went viral.

What headline were this mob of reporters, photographers, and streamers scrambling for in her hospital room?

“Mrs. Hale, you’re awake! Mr. Hale’s heroic rescue of you from the fire has gone viral online, it’s the top trending story. What are your thoughts on that?”