Chapter 142 Distress

Cyril quickly pressed all the buttons for every floor in the elevator, half crouching against the elevator wall, tightly holding Sylvia. The elevator was descending rapidly, showing no signs of stopping. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the elevator reached the bottom, shaking violently. The elevator seemed to have deformed, making it impossible for Cyril to open it. As he reached for his phone to call the maintenance company, he felt the woman in his arms clutching onto his waist tightly. Sylvia's reaction was definitely off. Cyril paused, putting his phone away and embracing Sylvia, gently patting her back. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." After all these years together, Cyril had never realized just how afraid Sylvia was of enclosed spaces. He could feel Sylvia trembling in fear, clutching onto him tighter. Cyril held her waist firmly, feeling a pang of pain, but he ignored it, keeping Sylvia close. Sylvia couldn't even speak anymore. When she was a child, playing hide and se