CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: BETWEEN SERENA AND ME, HE CAN ONLY SAVE ONE

It was only then I remembered the real business at hand and hurriedly took out the interview equipment.

I heard Timothy Xavier say, "Such a mistake occurring with the construction team under The Xavier Group is largely my responsibility. However, immediately after the incident happened yesterday, I arranged for the workers’ wage issues to be settled. Additionally, for the victims’ families, The Xavier Group will handle the settlement and compensation and will never shirk responsibility."

His words were also meant for the workers at the site to hear.

After listening, everyone praised Timothy Xavier’s courage to take responsibility and his decisive handling of the situation.

Later, I learned from a worker that the reason they were able to quickly calm the workers and prevent any unrest was because The Xavier Group not only paid six months’ back wages but also provided an additional compensation double that amount.

Looking at many people with such relieved and joyful expressions, I couldn’t help but think of the worker who leapt from the rooftop last night.

For Timothy Xavier, a few million or tens of millions is not an issue.

But this was exchanged for a living, breathing life.

The marks of where he fell to the ground are still clearly visible, and the dried blood stings the eyes painfully.

At this moment, Serena Sawyer began to step up her own performance.

She got out of the car as if she were walking a red carpet, and the workers immediately recognized her.

Completely unexpected that such a big celebrity would visit this kind of place.

With a friendly smile, she greeted everyone, "Hello everyone, I’m Serena, here with President Xavier to offer our condolences. I’ve also brought milk tea and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You’ve all worked hard."

After she spoke, the assistant she brought with her began distributing milk tea to the workers.

I sighed slightly, this lady sure is particular, coming to the construction site to distribute milk tea.

It would have been more practical to treat everyone to a nice dinner.

Many workers weren’t accustomed to drinking milk tea, and after taking a sip, set it aside.

However, there were many people who wanted Serena Sawyer’s autograph.

"Miss Serena, our child really likes you. Could you give us an autograph?"

"Our child does too; you’re her only idol!"

"..."

A crowd swarmed to get Serena Sawyer’s autograph.

And Serena Sawyer showed no signs of impatience, not only signing autographs but also taking photos with them.

I felt like the air left to one side, listening to the workers’ discussions around me.

"Wow, President Xavier and his wife really do match each other perfectly, and the key thing is they’re both so approachable! I never imagined in my lifetime that I could meet a celebrity up so close."

"Isn’t Serena Sawyer the spokesperson for The Xavier Group? How did she become the boss’s wife?"

"You just don’t get it! When Serena Sawyer looks at President Xavier, her eyes are full of love! Just wait and see, Serena Sawyer will soon be our boss’s wife!"

"..."

My heart felt sour, and I took out my camera to capture the scene, fully immersing myself in work.

At this moment, Serena Sawyer suddenly looked towards me and said, "Reporter Ellison, are you only interested in Timothy and not interviewing me?"

Indeed, if the news of Serena Sawyer coming with Timothy Xavier to offer condolences were published, it would certainly be a highlight and significantly increase viewership.

For the sake of work, I walked up to her and took out the voice recorder.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

Instinctively I looked up and saw a massive stone dangling precariously from a crane above, the chain holding it was nearly broken and unable to bear the weight.

Beside me, Serena Sawyer’s screams pierced the sky, and I was so frightened by the sudden incident that I couldn’t react. The massive stone had already plummeted rapidly downwards.

In the next second, Timothy Xavier’s figure was so fast it seemed to leave a blurred shadow, diving towards Serena Sawyer and pushing her out of the way.

I stood there dumbfounded, and that several-dozen-kilogram stone landed with a heavy crash just less than a centimeter away from me.

A sharp pain shot through my toe, making it difficult to breathe.

Nearby, I heard Serena Sawyer crying, "Timothy, my heart hurts terribly, I think my myocarditis has relapsed!"

"Did you get scared just now? I’ll take you to the hospital now."

Timothy Xavier’s eyes never once saw my shoes soaked with blood as he picked up Serena Sawyer and headed to the car.

I belatedly turned around, watching helplessly as Timothy Xavier’s pace quickened, the hem of his black coat flaring in the wind.

Soon, his car disappeared from my sight.

The excruciating pain in my toe made me stumble and sit on the ground, my heart pounding against my chest, my entire body covered in cold sweat.

If that stone had been just a bit off, perhaps I wouldn’t still be in this world now.

But from start to finish, Timothy Xavier never noticed injured me.

At this moment, a slight rain began to fall from the sky.

Construction stopped, and everyone ran indoors to take shelter from the rain. Quickly, the expansive construction site was deserted.

I sat in the rain, took out my phone to call for an ambulance.

But even the phone was dead, as if the heavens were conspiring against me.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and I was so cold my teeth were chattering, holding myself tightly.

The blood on my toe was washed into bloody water by the rain, flowing in a winding stream along the sole.

Already anemic, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, my consciousness seemed to be fading.

Just as I was despairing, a blinding car light cut through the rain.

The black Bentley stopped beside me.

A young man got out of the car, holding an umbrella, walked over to me, and asked, "Miss, do you need help?"

I froze for a moment, as if grasping a lifeline, and quickly replied, "Yes! Can you take me to the hospital?"

The young man held the umbrella in one hand and me in the other, and said, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

I tried for a long time, unable to take a step, choking up as I said, "I’m sorry, I... my foot is injured."

"Wait a moment."

After saying that, the young man reopened the car door, respectfully speaking to the person inside, "Mr. Sinclair, this young lady’s foot is injured, and it’s hard for me to help her while holding the umbrella. Perhaps... you could kindly step down to help hold the umbrella while I assist her into the car?"

By the end of his sentence, he was less confident, seemingly feeling he might have offended the man.

It seemed that the person inside was of high standing.

Shortly after he finished speaking, the man inside got out of the car.

Through the curtain of rain, I could vaguely see his distinguished and striking features and stern brows.

He did not take the assistant’s umbrella but walked straight towards me, lifted me horizontally, and placed me into the car.

The assistant quickly held the umbrella over his head, afraid he’d get wet.

However, I was soaked, and it inevitably got his coat dirty.

I sat pressed against the car door cautiously, afraid of dirtying his car seat further.

The man handed me a dry towel, which I quickly took, using it first to wipe the seat I had wet.

The man’s narrow phoenix eyes glanced at my foot and told the assistant, "To Central Hospital."

The rest of the journey, he leaned back in the car with his eyes closed, treating me as if I were invisible.

I intended to express my thanks properly or get a business card for future repayment, but couldn’t find an opportunity to speak.

Instead, his assistant asked how I got injured.

I explained the crane malfunction incident.

Just before arriving at the hospital, the man suddenly said to the assistant, "Inform The Xavier Group that I’ve personally inspected their company’s situation. Cooperation is on hold, pending a reevaluation of all their metrics."