“Damn it!” Vinson cursed as he was stuck in a dilemma.
The air was surrounded with smoke from the burning objects in the building and the temperature had risen to an unbearable level.
Huh, what do I do now? Do I leave that child?
Vinson glanced at the crying babies and decided to head downstairs.
These kids might die if I choose to save that one guy. I have no other option.
Just as Vinson took a couple of steps down the stairs, he heard a trail of footsteps behind him.
He turned and saw Arielle running towards him. “Are the kids alright?” she asked worriedly.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked in astonishment.
Arielle shook her head silently, “I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle things alone when I heard the explosion. So, I decided to circle back.”
“Then, what about the stuff you wanted?” He frowned.
Arielle opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
Human life was far more important than the things in life. If I clumped these kids to search for the item, I would be no different than the murderer who killed my mother.
Vinson knew what was on her mind judging from her expression. “You're such an idiot!” He glanced at her.
Arielle rolled her eyes at him as she carried a wailing child in her hand. “No one was hurt from the explosion, right?”
Then, Vinson thought of the kid that ran off by himself. “No, but one of the kids ran off by himself.” He shook his head.
“What?” Arielle was shocked.
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