  &quot;There's no need for that,&quot; said Cara curtly as he pursed his lips.
      Silas did not persuade him either. Instead, he grabbed a glass of water on the table and passed it to him.
      Lifting his head, Cara took a few sips of the water with the straw.
      When he waved his hands to signal that he had enough, Silas moved the glass away and placed it down. At that moment, his phone rang.
      &quot;Mr. Cara, it's a call from the Fashion Hall. They're probably calling about the earthquake.&quot; Silas glanced at his phone and made a guess.
      Cara closed his eyes and pinched his nose bridge. &quot;I'll leave it to you.&quot;
      &quot;Okay,&quot; replied Silas as he walked toward the door.
      When he opened the door, he saw Braylee coming over with the doctor.
      She stopped in her tracks and asked, &quot;Are you leaving, Mr. Campbell?&quot;
      He adjusted hi

  At that thought, Braylee smiled bitterly. She rested her head on one side of the bed and fell asleep.
      However, she was woken up by a video-call at night.
      Sharon pouted and asked, &quot;When are you coming home, Mommy?&quot;
      Braylee gazed affectionately at her daughter. &quot;I might take a while. Something happened here, so I can't return for the time being. Do you miss me?&quot;
      &quot;Yeah, I do.&quot; Sharon nodded.
      Suddenly, Connor snatched the phone away with a solemn look on his face. &quot;Mommy, what happened?&quot;
      Glancing at Cara, who was lying on the hospital bed, Braylee's gaze flitted shiftily. &quot;It's something about work. You children shouldn't ask too many questions.&quot;
      She promised Silas that she would not tell anyone that Cara was injured.
      &quot;Okay, I won't ask anymore.&quot; Connor shrugged before adding, &quot;

  When he raised his head, he saw that the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling was on the brink of collapsing onto them. There were only a few electrical wires holding it to the ceiling.
      However, the wires were already extremely taut. It was obvious that they could not withstand the weight of the chandelier for a long time.
      Indeed, the wires snapped in the next instant, sending the humongous chandelier crashing onto them.
      Cara's eyes widened as he quickly shoved Braylee away.
      Braylee collapsed onto the floor a distance away, clueless about what was happening. The pain caused her to gasp loudly.
      On the other hand, when Cara pushed her away, he missed the perfect timing to dodge and the chandelier crashed right onto him.
      Utterly dumbfounded, Braylee's mind became a complete blank. A long time passed before she managed to return to her senses. Crawling

&quot;There's no need for that,&quot; said Cara curtly as he pursed his lips.
      Silas did not persuade him either. Instead, he grabbed a glass of water on the table and passed it to him.
      Lifting his head, Cara took a few sips of the water with the straw.
      When he waved his hands to signal that he had enough, Silas moved the glass away and placed it down. At that moment, his phone rang.
      &quot;Mr. Cara, it's a call from the Fashion Hall. They're probably calling about the earthquake.&quot; Silas glanced at his phone and made a guess.
      Cara closed his eyes and pinched his nose bridge. &quot;I'll leave it to you.&quot;
      &quot;Okay,&quot; replied Silas as he walked toward the door.
      When he opened the door, he saw Braylee coming over with the doctor.
      She stopped in her tracks and asked, &quot;Are you leaving, Mr. Campbell?&quot;
      He adjusted his glasses and replied, &quot;Yes. I have something to attend to, so please take care of Mr. C

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