My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

"Xan!"

Oliver dashed upstairs and saw Xanthea gripped a knife, struggling to cut through the thick iron chains binding the little boy to a concrete pillar amid the blazing fire..

Above her, a beam was being consumed by the flames, creaking ominously as it threatened to collapse.

"Xan, run!"

He rushed in, grabbed her hand, and tried to pull her away, but she clung to the chain and refused to leave.

"Uncle, save him! Please save him!"

"Please, he's going to die!"

"We've got to run, there's no time!"

He barked sharply, forcibly pulling her hand away and picking her up.

Xanthea burst into tears, wailing loudly and desperately, kicking and struggling, "No, please-"

"Uncle, I beg you, save him, please!"

"Please, I'm begging you!"

"Xan, stop it, we've got to get out now or it'll be too late!"

The fire spread rapidly, the smoke thickening to the point of obscuring their faces.

C unable to hold on any longer, slowly closed his eyes.

He couldn't see the angel's tearful face, only hear her desperate pleas and the man's al shouts.

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"Uncle, please, I'm begging you!"

Oliver's heart nearly broke at her cries. He glanced at the severely injured boy kneeling by the pillar, clearly on the brink of death. Taking advantage of the moment, Xanthea broke free and rushed to the boy.

"Come on, wake up, please!"

"Don't sleep, please don't fall asleep."

As his last shred of consciousness threatened to slip away, Orion felt an angelic embrace envelop him, calling out to him as if guarding the whole world.

11:30

Oliver, gritting his teeth, snatched the Swiss Army knife from her hand and hacked at the chains fiercely.

Seconds later, the chains broke. He grabbed both children and ran out of the burning building just as the beam collapsed.

"Inhalation of smoke has caused cerebral edema, and there's a slight decline in muscle strength, so he's currently in a coma. Additionally, his left cheek was burned and will take a long time to heal. But the young master is lucky; a kind- hearted person sent him to the hospital just in time. Any later and the consequences could have been dire."

The doctor reported to Theodore, who, having Just lost his beloved eldest son and almost his grandson, seemed to have aged overnight. Clutching the boy's small hand, he wept quietly.

"Ori, Ori."

"Your dad's gone, please don't scare me too."

"Who was the kind person? I must thank them personally for saving my grandson!"

"They didn't show their face, nor left any contact. Probably afraid of being held responsible if anything happened to the young master."

"Responsible?"

The doctor hesitated but spoke up.

"When the young master was brought in, his hands and feet were chained, it seems be wasn't accidentally caught in the fire but was deliberately harmed."

"What?!"

Theodore's eyes widened, disbelief flickering in his usually steady gaze.

"Moreover, during the examination, we found many old and new scars on Scars his body, oldest ones are several months old. We suspect he might have been abused, likely b someone close."

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