Daniel Marshall crouched down, holding Olivia Jenkins.
Seeing the bloody wound on Olivia’s hand, Daniel felt a deep pain in his heart, his eyebrows knitting together.
The team doctor was still checking Olivia’s left foot. When it was stretched, she winced in pain, clutching at Daniel’s clothes tightly.
Although Olivia didn’t want to cry, the tears welled up in her eyes, growing denser with each passing second until finally, unable to hold them back any longer, they silently spilled out, slowly trailing down her cheek.
While hugging Olivia tightly, Daniel anxiously asked the team doctor, “What’s the condition of my wife’s injured foot?”
After examining, the team doctor roughly diagnosed, “It’s best to go to the hospital for an x-ray. There’s definitely a soft tissue injury, but I’m worried that the tendons and bones may be damaged as well.”
“Let’s rush to the hospital then, honey, I’ll carry you downhill.”
With tear-filled eyes, Olivia looked at Daniel and said, “There’s no need. You can just support me. The path down the mountain is steep. If you carry me, it’s dangerous. We can’t risk both of us falling. If I fall alone it’s okay, but if you fall, I wouldn’t be able to explain it to the Marshall family.”
Daniel glanced at Olivia deeply but still insisted on carrying her.
Now that she was on Daniel’s back, Olivia didn’t dare move around, fearing that her struggle might cause them both to tumble down the mountain.
Her life was worthless, but Daniel’s was a different matter, it was a price she couldn’t afford to pay.
The road was narrow, so the only option was to ride a motorbike back to the village.
After hearing the diagnosis from the team doctor, once back in the village, Daniel immediately drove Olivia to a county hospital, several kilometers away, for a detailed examination.
Those who stayed in Harmony Village, including the artists and the entire filming crew, were very concerned about Chief Jenkins’s situation and anxiously awaited news.
Everyone prayed that Chief Jenkins would be unharmed and would recover soon.
In the afternoon, Grace Ziegler asked for a leave.
She used the afternoon to move into her new place.
Grace was quite pleased with her new home, which had a small balcony from where the central area of Serene city could be seen.
Grace did not hide her ambition or cunning.
Gazing at the vista of towering high-rises, the business center, and the landmarks of Serene City, she was determined to rise to the top and look down upon it all arrogantly, ruling over everything under her control.
Grace smiled smugly, a hint of darkness lurking in her grin.
It was about time; she had to leave for her meeting.