“Little Noah!”
“Ms. Downey!”
With the huge noise created by the chandelier crashing to the ground, the people watching this scene at the door were letting out shrieks after shrieks.
At the same time, in the middle of the living room, immeasurable shards of the chandelier were scattered on top of the original mess on the floor, and Hayden was covering the little boy with her one hand and her other hand was weighed down by the heavy chandelier. That part of her hand was mushed and bloodied, and she was in so much pain that she lost her consciousness in the end.
Earlier on, when everyone was frozen because of the imminent fear, Hayden simply rushed towards the little boy without even thinking about the potential dangers. She only wanted to protect him from any harm.
The whole place was in a mess, and before she lost her consciousness, Hayden thought she had heard the little boy mutter something.
It sounded like “mummy”.
The whole place was a pandemonium at the moment.
“Fast, call an ambulance now. We need to send Ms. Downey to the hospital.”
“Little Noah doesn’t want to let go of Ms. Downey’s shirt. What should we do?”
“Bring the both of them away. Who could take care of him if he were to stay behind? Are you going to bear the responsibility if something were to happen?”
“Alright, alright. Call Mr. Beckham now.”
“…”
In a high-class private club in Nanking...
Joseph had just done signing a contract and his assistant was sending away his negotiation partner. While he was waiting for his assistant to finish his task, he sipped some tea alone in a suite.
This was part of his daily routine.
“Joseph.”
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