Chapter 891 Alive Or Dead?
Worried Leo might be paralyzed, Zhane began a physical response check. "Prepare for a full neurological assessment!" he barked, voice tight and cracking, betraying the panic clawing at his throat.
His body trembled. He couldn’t forget the explosion, couldn’t stop picturing Hera engulfed in that fire. He desperately wanted to rush to her side, to know she was alive, but a dark fear twisted inside him, whispering, ’What if she’s gone?’
He was spiraling into dread and heartbreak, and he wasn’t alone.
Back in Paris, Xavier fought to break free from the people holding him back. He screamed and thrashed, trying to get to the burning wreck, but the flames were too strong, and the smoke too thick. Every second felt like a lifetime, each breath laced with fear that he might have just lost her forever.
"Let me go! HERA!" Xavier roared, his voice cracking with desperation. Beside him, Alexandre thrashed wildly, just as frantic. Both men were blinded by panic, trying to charge straight into the roaring flames without a second thought for their own safety.
It took four men each to restrain them, eight in total, just to keep Xavier and Alexandre from breaking free. Their strength was unmatched, fueled by fear and raw emotion.
Fortunately, because this was a high-profile event, police officers, paramedics, and firefighters were already stationed nearby. Danny’s emergency call had barely gone through when the explosion rocked the track.
But the responders didn’t hesitate. The firefighters rushed forward to battle the flames, police officers worked quickly to secure the crowd, and medical personnel were already waiting on the sidelines.
Even the drivers who had just crossed the finish line barely stopped their vehicles in time, stunned by the explosion. The entire racing circuit was rattled, and no one could look away.
It took nearly ten minutes for the flames to be fully extinguished. As soon as the fire was out, one of the firefighters rushed toward the wreckage to check for survivors. Moments later, his voice rang out, shaky but loud, "N-No body inside!"
At first, no one heard him; he was too far from the crowd, his words drowned in the chaos and tension. So he sprinted back, his face no longer grim, but lit with disbelief and hope. "The driver wasn’t inside!" he repeated, more clearly this time.