Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 403

Without a second thought, Lawrence sprinted into the ruins. He scrambled over shattered concrete and twisted rebar, screaming into the depths of the wreckage. "Bonnie! Candie!"

His desperate, trembling roars were met with agonizing silence. The two remaining rescue workers yelled for him to get down, warning him that the site was highly unstable and that whoever was trapped below was likely already dead.

Lawrence completely ignored them. He dropped to his knees right where the crew had been digging and started tearing away the heavy stones and bricks with his bare hands. He had no gloves. The freezing temperatures had already turned his knuckles a bruised, raw purple.

Frantic and reckless, his skin quickly tore against the sharp debris.

Blood seeped from deep cuts, but he couldn't feel the pain. All he knew was that his Candie might be trapped underneath. If he lost her, there was absolutely no reason left for him to live.

The physical agony in his hands was nothing. It didn't even amount to a fraction of the soul-crushing torment tearing his chest apart.

In fact, the physical pain was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality, fueling his adrenaline enough to keep shifting the massive slabs of concrete.

Dark spots danced across his vision, the edges blurring into a hazy red. Within moments, he couldn't even see through his glasses—they were completely obscured by hot, blinding tears.

Lawrence ripped his glasses off and tossed them aside. He dug into the compacted earth like a madman, numb to the destruction of his own hands, muttering Bonnie's name like a prayer. His choked gasps escalated into loud, gut-wrenching sobs.

He refused to accept that she was buried alive. He had to tear this entire site apart and see for himself if anyone was down there.

Tears dripped onto his trembling hands, mixing with the blood and grime.

He was just one man without a single tool. The tiny crater he managed to carve out was pitifully small—a tragic, laughable effort against the overwhelming might of nature's destruction.

He had never felt such a blinding hatred for fate. Why did the universe have to be so cruel? After dragging him and Bonnie through sheer hell, after finally giving him a glimmer of hope and letting him earn her forgiveness, why was it snatching his fragile chance at happiness away?

Why? Why her?

He would gladly die. He would forfeit her forgiveness and live in agony for the rest of his miserable life. He just wanted Bonnie to be safe.

His hands were a mangled, bloody mess of torn flesh and dirt. He fought wildly against the people holding him back, solely obsessed with digging his lover out from the ruins—even if she was already gone.

Chaos, sheer panic, and static. Every sound seemed muffled, blocked from Lawrence's fracturing mind.

He could hear the noise, but he couldn't process it. The loud buzzing in his ears only deepened his unbearable grief.

But then, through the haze, an impossibly familiar voice cut through. It was clear and ethereal, piercing the fog of devastation like a pure ray of light, instantly washing away the suffocating despair crushing his chest.

"Law-rence!"

He heard someone calling for him.

It sounded... just like his Candie.