CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 179: DAMIEN LANCASTER FELL INTO THE SEWER AND COULDN’T GET OUT

Eyes closed.

The expected explosion did not come.

Rachel Shaw curled up on the ground, amidst the beeping sounds, the screaming went on for five seconds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

Another ten seconds passed.

Ivy Summers opened her eyes and, realizing what happened, patted Damien Lancaster, signaling him to stand up.

The two of them turned around, and Rachel Shaw was still screaming with her eyes closed, but the bomb had not exploded.

So the bomb was fake!

"It’s fake!" After surviving the ordeal, Ivy Summers let out a deep breath, but the flames were about to surge forward, "Run!"

"Okay."

Damien Lancaster grabbed Ivy Summers’s hand and quickly ran down the stairs.

Because there was a large amount of gasoline, and the villa had many wooden decorations, the second floor quickly caught fire, dense smoke billowing around, blurring the vision.

Reaching the second floor, Ivy Summers thought of Ella Morgan still locked in the room, and the box and diary in her own room.

Ivy Summers halted, "Rescue Ella, she’s still inside the room."

"Help, help! I’m still inside! Is anyone there? I just came back to the country, I don’t want to be burned to death ahhhhhhh!" Ella Morgan pounded on the door inside.

"Ella, don’t be afraid, I’m here!"

Ivy Summers pulled up her shirt to cover her mouth and nose, twisted the door handle, the door was locked, it was definitely too late to look for a key, Ivy Summers took a step back, and then charged forward to kick the door.

But she was too weak, the door trembled a couple of times, seemingly mocking her powerlessness.

Damien Lancaster grabbed her and kicked the door open with one foot.

"Ah!"

The kick was too strong, the door fell and landed on Ella Morgan who was leaning against the door, she struggled to push the door off herself, "Crushed to death."

Ivy Summers quickly went over to support Ella Morgan, who screamed in pain, "My foot, my foot is sprained!"

Ivy Summers pushed Ella Morgan to Damien Lancaster, "You take her out first."

Damien Lancaster furrowed his brows, grabbed the departing Ivy Summers, "Where are you going?"

"There’s something very important in my room, I have to get it back, you take her out first, don’t worry about me, I can jump from the second floor from my room."

Ivy Summers finished speaking and was about to rush into the smoke, but the fire was already growing bigger, it was too dangerous for Ivy Summers to go like this, Damien Lancaster wouldn’t allow her to be in danger, he wrapped his arm around her waist, "Too dangerous, not allowed to go."

"That thing is very important to me, really important!"

That box contained too many secrets, she wanted to know, she must get that box back.

"What kind of box?"

"A wooden box."

"I’ll go for you."

"No, you don’t know where it is."

Ivy Summers started running forward, Damien Lancaster shouted angrily, "Ivy Summers!"

Before the words were out of his mouth, a tall figure came rushing up from the first floor, the man’s face was tense, seeing the three still tangled here, he asked, "What are you all staying here for? Want to be barbecued?"

Damien Lancaster took action, gently knocked Ivy Summers’s nape with his hand, Ivy Summers’s eyes closed and she fainted, Damien Lancaster handed her to Noah Scott, "Take her out."

Noah Scott frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Getting the box for her."

With that, Damien Lancaster quickly headed to Ivy Summers’s room.

Noah Scott watched Damien Lancaster’s figure fade into the smoke, he cursed lightly, "Madman."

With that, he hoisted Ivy Summers up, glanced at Ella Morgan who couldn’t walk, gave a swift pull, one on the left shoulder, one on the right shoulder, carried them both downstairs.

The first floor fire hadn’t spread yet, Noah Scott quickly got outside with them.

Julian Jacobs had already called for the fire department, seeing Noah Scott carry out two people, at first glance, his family’s sir wasn’t there.

Julian Jacobs looked inside anxiously, "Lord Scott, where is my master?"

"Still inside."

Noah Scott set the two women down, Sophie immediately rushed over, seeing Ivy Summers’s face covered in soot, eyes closed, Sophie started crying instantly.

"Mommy! Mommy! Wuuu wuuu wuuu! Mommy..." Sophie kept shaking Ivy Summers, hoping she would wake up.

No movement meant death.

Sophie didn’t want her mommy to die!

"Mommy, wake up, mommy... mommy..." Sophie, unafraid of dirt, pressed her little face against Ivy Summers’s face, to feel if it was still warm.

Noah Scott watched, saying, "She just fainted, not dead!"

Sophie lifted her head, tears still rolling down, "Really?"

"Uh-huh, when have I ever lied to you?"

"You did, you said you were my dad." Sophie asked Kyle Sterling later, and he said there couldn’t be that many dads.

But Sophie already has three dads!

Noah Scott smirked, "Will be in the future."

Sophie held tight to Ivy Summers not letting go.

Ivy Summers was quickly taken to the hospital.

She had inhaled some smoke, but otherwise was okay, and soon woke up.

Ivy Summers opened her eyes, a blur appeared before her for a while before it cleared, she suddenly sat up from the hospital bed.

The last memory she had was Damien Lancaster knocking her out.

Then she was at the hospital.

"Mommy!" Sophie ran over to her.

"Sophie?" Ivy Summers looked down at Sophie.

Her voice was a bit hoarse, Sophie immediately poured her a glass of water, "Mommy drink water."

"Sophie, where’s your dad?"

Sophie shook her head, "Don’t know."

At that time, the ambulance and fire trucks had arrived, and Sophie came to the hospital with Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers gripped the bedsheet, at this moment, the door was pushed open.

Noah Scott walked in, "Awake?"

"Where’s Damien Lancaster?"

Noah Scott was silent for a moment.

Ivy Summers felt a bad premonition.

"He didn’t make it out, did he?"

Noah Scott remained silent.

Ivy Summers grew more nervous.

Damien Lancaster knocked her out back then, should have gone to her room for the box instead of her.

Her room was more to the side, also had a window, he could have escaped by jumping from the second-floor window after finding the box, Damien Lancaster shouldn’t be unable to escape, right?

"What... happened to him?"

"You care about him a lot?"

Ivy Summers pressed her lips together, "I can’t let him die because of me, can I?"

Noah Scott raised an eyebrow, speaking slowly, "He didn’t die, he jumped out the window, but..."

Noah Scott deliberately dragged his words, making Ivy Summers anxious with his long breath, "But what?"

"But the manhole cover next to your house was open, he fell into the sewer, he’s too burly, got stuck in there, couldn’t get out."

"Still stuck?"

"Uh-huh, almost getting stinky castrated by now."

Ivy Summers twitched her mouth, so miserable!

Thinking again, there was nothing but grass outside her room, no manhole cover.

Seeing Noah Scott on the verge of bursting into laughter, Ivy Summers put her hands on her hips, "You’re lying again!"

"Got you not?"

"How is he really?"

As the words fell, outside, a figure walked in.

It was Damien Lancaster.

Ivy Summers unconsciously let out a breath of relief.

Damien Lancaster walked in and placed a box in front of Ivy Summers, "Your box."

Ivy Summers quickly took the box, it was well protected, not burned.

"Is this box very important?" Damien Lancaster asked, looking at Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers stared at the box, fingers gently brushing over it, "Yes, very important! It’s related to my mother, thank you."

Mentioning Ivy Summers’ mother, Damien Lancaster dared not accept this gratitude.

No matter what happened back then, it’s a thorn that can’t be pulled out and hurts when touched.

Damien Lancaster, "Sophie, it’s very late. Daddy will send someone to take you home to sleep."

Seeing Damien Lancaster, Sophie snorted, turned her little head away, ignoring the bad man who didn’t save her mom.

"Sophie?"

Sophie pretended not to hear and looked at Noah Scott, walking over, "Daddy."

"Pfft..." Ivy Summers, who just took a sip of water, spat it out directly.

Ivy Summers was stunned, "Sophie, what did you just say?"

"Daddy, I don’t want him anymore. I want Uncle Scott to be my daddy." The little girl was very ruthless, unwilling to even glance at Damien Lancaster.

Noah Scott chuckled lowly twice and hugged Sophie into his arms, "Good daughter, you have good taste."

Damien Lancaster’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Sophie, I am your daddy."

"Just now, you weren’t anymore." Sophie pouted, patted Noah Scott, "Uncle Scott, I’ll introduce you to my mommy, you can be my daddy in the future."

"What about him?" Noah Scott’s face was full of smiles.

"Hmph, let him stay wherever he feels cool."

Noah Scott couldn’t help but burst out laughing, especially at Damien Lancaster’s face, which looked like he was about to start a fight.

Noah Scott picked up Sophie, "Let’s go, Daddy will take you to buy candy."

Holding Sophie, Noah Scott walked out, and Damien Lancaster clenched his fists.

"Damien Lancaster!" Ivy Summers called him in time, really afraid he’d rush over and fight Noah Scott, "Calm down."

Calm down?

Damien Lancaster didn’t know how to stay calm.

This person not only wants to steal his wife but also his daughter. It’s simply unbearable.

"How’s your injury? And how’s Rachel Shaw? What does my burned-down house look like?" Ivy Summers asked a bunch of questions, trying to change the subject.

"It’s bandaged. She ran faster than you; only the frame is left!" He answered her three questions very concisely.

The house was burned down.

Ivy Summers suffered heavy losses this time.

But fortunately, no one was hurt.

"What about the kidnapper?"

"Dead."

The person was dead, but the matter of Sophie being kidnapped wasn’t over yet.

Ivy Summers, "Guess why that kidnapper would resent Rachel Shaw and take revenge on her?"

Damien Lancaster pressed his lips tightly, his gaze deepened.

Because they initially took Rachel Shaw’s order, leading to this outcome, naturally resenting her.

Damien Lancaster, "Don’t worry, regarding this matter, I will give you and Sophie an explanation."

...

The next day.

Nathan and Leo hurriedly came to visit Ivy Summers. She wasn’t actually injured, but the doctor asked her to stay for observation for two more days.

Knowing she was okay, the two little ones were finally relieved.

Seeing Sophie, the three little ones stood facing each other for a moment, then the next second, Nathan and Leo hugged Sophie and cried out loud, "Sophie!"

Leo cried with a runny nose and tears, "Sophie, you really came back."

Nathan’s eyes were red, "Sophie, we missed you so much."

"Sophie missed you too." Although there was no memory of the two brothers in her mind.

Nathan and Leo cried so sadly as if they were crying out all the tears they had held back these days.

Sophie, instead, seemed like a mature little adult, patting her two brothers on the shoulders, "Brothers don’t cry, Sophie’s fine."

Having survived the disaster, getting back what was lost.

Ivy Summers looked at the three children, her eyes naturally became red.

After crying for a while, Nathan and Leo heard that Ella Morgan was also injured and asked, "Mommy, how is godmother? Let’s go see godmother."

"Nathan, Leo, let’s go later. There are people in your godmother’s ward right now."

The Walsh Family came to visit Ella Morgan.

...

Ella Morgan’s ward.

The man in a suit, with rimless glasses perched on his high nose bridge, looked refined, yet stared at Ella Morgan with a serious, oppressive look.

The man’s name is Timothy Walsh, Ella Morgan’s former fiancé.

"Why did you quit your job? Why did you return to the country without a word?"

Ella Morgan leaned on the hospital bed, smirking bitterly, "Won’t you even ask where I’m hurt?"

"Why did you quit your job? Why did you return to the country without a word?"

The man was very assertive. She didn’t answer the previous questions, so he repeated them.

Ella Morgan had feelings for him but was also afraid of him.

Because she was adopted by the Walsh Family when she was a child, Timothy Walsh was three years older than her, and he was always strict with himself and with her. Ella previously had to call him brother, and if she was disobedient, she would get her palm smacked.

Ella Morgan didn’t speak, using silence to resist him.

"Ella! Don’t make me ask you a third time."

Ella Morgan bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to obey him like before, then retorted, "Why don’t you ask if I’m injured?"

Timothy Walsh frowned, indicating his anger.

Ella Morgan didn’t want to appear afraid of him, her gaze not dodging as she looked him in the face.

In the end, Timothy Walsh ran out of patience, unwilling to compromise, stood up, and ordered, "You have half an hour to pack your things. I’ve booked a ticket for you to go back to Yrador. The branch needs you, and Lynn Sullivan doesn’t want to see you, so you can’t stay in the country."

After saying that, he walked out.

Ella Morgan watched his back, sitting on the bed with a bitter smile, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

Ridiculous, in just five minutes, two questions, no one gave anyone an answer.

Even more ridiculous is that he wants to send her abroad to work like a horse for the Walsh Family, with the added line that Lynn Sullivan doesn’t want to see her.

Who is Lynn Sullivan?

She was the caregiver hired when Timothy Walsh became a vegetative state after a car accident, and the Walsh Family was on the verge of bankruptcy, unable to manage both the hospital and the company.

Finally, a year later, Timothy Walsh woke up, and three months after waking up, he told her he couldn’t marry her because he had fallen in love with the caregiver who had always taken care of him.

Ella Morgan cried at the time, asking him, then what was she?

She had desperately helped him keep the company afloat that year, drinking until she had a stomach hemorrhage and tirelessly cared for his ailing parents.

The family company and the hospital were all held up by her alone. He woke up but said he loved the caregiver and wanted to marry her. Then, what was she?

Ella Morgan clutched her clothes at her chest, unable to hold back her sobs.

...

Ivy Summers tidied herself up and took the three kids to the old man’s ward.

Opening the door, the old man lay with an oxygen mask, face haggard, on the hospital bed.

In just a few short days, Ivy Summers didn’t expect the old man to become unrecognizable.

She remembered the last time she brought Nathan and Leo to see him, he still held her hand, talking energetically with her.

Ivy Summers now understood what Damien Lancaster meant by, "The old man is barely holding on."

"Grandpa!" Ivy Summers’ voice choked, calling out softly.

Hearing the noise, the old man slowly turned his head to look at them.

Ivy Summers held the old man’s hand, her heart aching uncontrollably, "Grandpa, I brought the kids to see you. Sophie’s coming today too; Sophie, come over. This is your great-grandfather, say hello."

Sophie looked at the elderly man on the bed. Maybe he looked too ill, his face too pale, making Sophie a bit scared.

But Sophie still walked forward.

"Great-grandfather."

The old man strained to lift his head, trying to open his eyes to see Sophie carefully. He opened his mouth but hadn’t yet spoken when tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa, Sophie’s not dead; she’s back now. I’ll bring them to see you every day. You must get better, okay?"

The old man seemed to understand Ivy Summers’ words and nodded slightly.

He pointed to his oxygen mask, wanting to speak.

Ivy Summers went to call the doctor, and the doctor temporarily removed the oxygen mask for the old man, advising Ivy Summers not to talk too long.

Weak on the hospital bed, the old man finally made a sound, "Ivy, Sophie, Nathan, Leo... How wonderful..."

Ivy Summers was already in tears. She hadn’t expected the old man to be this serious, so serious that she dared not raise her voice, "Grandpa, after my dad passed away, you always had people take care of my mom and me. I’ve always considered you my actual grandpa. Please, don’t leave me."

Ivy Summers cried sorrowfully, lowering her head.

The old man slowly lifted his hand, gently patting Ivy Summers’ head, "Ivy, don’t cry. Birth, old age, sickness, and death can’t be changed by anyone. Grandpa isn’t afraid of dying, but before I die, there’s something I haven’t done yet. Grandpa is still unwilling; now that you’re here, I’ll leave it all to you."