Chapter 660
Nina could not find the words to express her sympathy for Scarlett.
There were so many people suffering in this world, and her time in the dark room seemed insignificant in comparison.
At least she had family, while Scarlett had never known warmth. It made her heart ache and filled her with immense sadness.
Nina was placed on another stretcher and carried away. She and Scarlett were taken in different vehicles.
As she looked out, she saw that the situation was under control. The gunfire had ceased, and the criminals were being apprehended. Many police cars had arrived, and the scene was being cleaned up.
Sawyer, the ringleader, had been captured. His head was covered with a black hood, and his hands were shackled. He limped, his body bearing various injuries.
Nina also saw James and Felix hurrying out, their faces stern. However, Nash was nowhere to be seen.
Nina was filled with questions. Why wasn’t he there?
Usually, James and Felix would be by his side. Maybe Nash was busy rescuing Miranda and had focused all his attention on her, leaving his team behind.
She forced a bitter smile. Why was she thinking about this now?
Everyone there would protect Nash. He should be safe. She needed to focus on herself.
Thanks to Scarlett’s cover, Nina had not suffered any major injuries, just a few bruises. Her baby was unharmed.
The arrival of numerous ambulances indicated the extent of the casualties. Different degrees of injuries were being attended to, and the injured were being taken to the hospital. As the ambulances filled up, they left for the hospital.
A young soldier, about eighteen years old, with sun-darkened skin and a severe injury to his left eye, was brought into Nina’s ambulance.
The nurse bandaged his eye, but blood continued to seep through. Despite his pain, he remained silent, his fingers digging into the bed, almost tearing the sheet.
The gruesome sight unsettled Nina. She realized that all the suffering took place where ordinary people could not see.
Peaceful times were made possible by those who bore the burden of danger. These soldiers, the country’s defenders, fought against enemies and made the ultimate sacrifices.
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Ten minutes earlier, Nash was in agony on the ground.
Miranda could not lift him, her eyes filled with tears. She could not accept that Nash had been injected with the poison, nor could she stand to see him suffer.
Desperate, she knew she could not wait any longer. He had to survive. She could not let him suffer like this.
Wiping her tears, she comforted him, “You’ll be okay. I won’t let you die, Nash. I’ll find a way to save you!”
Seeing the chaos around her, she spotted Nash’s personal guards who had just subdued the criminals and shouted, “Get over here and help! Lift him and get him to the car!” “How is Captain?”
“He needs medical attention! Listen to me and get him to the car!” Miranda commanded sharply.
They did not hesitate, lifting Nash, with one carrying him on his back and the other supporting him as they ran outside. They placed him in the back seat of the nearest car. Nash’s face was contorted with pain, his complexion a mix of blue and purple. Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, his body trembling violently.
After they got him inside, Miranda shoved them aside and quickly got into the driver’s seat.
“Captain…”
“If you don’t want him to die, stay back!” Miranda shouted, her voice filled with desperation. She locked the car doors, floored the gas pedal, and sped away.