Beyond the Divorce



Ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars rushed from all directions toward the exploding construction site.

Noah was already there when we got to the site, and various news media swarmed in, instantly surrounding the construction site.

Although the explosions had stopped, smoke still billowed, and the scent of explosives lingered. Amidst the haze, all I could see was rubble.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

I grabbed hold of a foreman on the site and asked loudly, "Are there any casualties?"

"It's still unclear at the moment. The bomb squad won't let anyone near. They are afraid there might be more bombs!" The foreman said, "However, we've notified the person responsible for this building to start counting their people. We believe we'll have a tally soon!"

The exploded construction site had already erected a 12-story framework. The original plan was for a 23-story building. The explosion started from the eighth floor, followed by two more blasts on the third floor, causing the stairwell frame to collapse completely.

An hour later, news finally came. Three were severely injured, 12 were lightly injured, and thankfully, no fatalities.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this might be the best outcome.

It was said that yesterday, a scaffolding on a construction site loosened, nearly causing casualties. So, before starting work today, all construction sites held impromptu safety meetings, delaying the start but ultimately saving lives.

The bomb squad meticulously searched the collapsed rubble, confirming there were no unexploded bombs before beginning the cleanup.

The authorities convened a site work meeting with us, during which the person responsible for this construction site reported the current situation. The news of the explosion at the New Bourdamun reconstruction site instantly made headlines across major news media outlets. The speed was staggering, leading to temporary inte paralysis.

This news not only shocked the entire country but also the international community. After all, this was a high-profile construction project garnering much attention, yet suddenly, such a terrifying incident occurred.

Given the gravity of the situation, news media coverage couldn't be suppressed. Neither the official side nor Atlas's side could intervene. Public opinion was divided instantly, but the consensus was clear-someone had sabotaged the New Bourdamun project.

All sorts of speculations and versions of events bombarded us, and the negative impact was foreseeable.

As the primary person in charge of this project, I couldn't escape the onslaught of public scrutiny.

Despite Atlas's repeated reassurances to not worry and that he had everything under control, I still felt some self-blame. Indeed, I paid too little attention to this construction site lately.

However, I couldn't evade this responsibility as the main person in charge and play the role of a shrinking violet.

For 24 hours, hustled at the scene

and went to the hospital to visit the injured. With a baby on the way, the relentless workload took its toll on me, and I eventually collapsed at the scene. I was urgently rushed to the hospital.

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Atlas arrived at the hospital when I had already regained consciousness. Since the incident, he had been overseeing the overall situation, dealing with some tricky peripheral issues. When I fainted, he wasn't by my side.

When he rushed to the hospital anxiously and saw me lying pale on the hospital bed, his handsome face contorted with heartache.

After dismissing everyone from the

hospital room, he sat by my bedside, gently holding my hand and telling me, "Chlo, listen to me. Your health is more important than anything. else. Even if the whole city were to explode, as long as nobody gets hurt, we can rebuild it. It will be even better than before! Understand?"

His tone was so certain, his attitude absolutely unquestionable.

However, I wasn't as optimistic as he was. This was our flagship project. Everything was going smoothly, and such a serious incident suddenly occurred. I couldn't imagine what the subsequent chain reactions would be like.

I looked at him wearily, with a hint of

frustration and helplessness, and said, "It's easy for you to say. This is a big deal! The negative impact is too great, and it's not just a matter of rebuilding after it's blown up."

His deep gaze locked onto mine, his eyes filled with complexity. Finally, he leaned down and whispered something in my ear. I immediately widened my eyes, sitting up in shock. "What did you just say?"