Chapter 352: FUCKING LATE
Robert screamed until it seemed as if his lungs were going to fall off from his mouth. Still sitting there, witnessing his children getting killed right in front of him, he felt completely worthless. He couldn’t protect his wife from being raped. Now, he also couldn’t protect his children from getting brutally killed right in front of him.
"May their soul rest in peace," said Francis as he stared at the dead body of the twins as blood oozed out of their foreheads.
Again, Robert started to even struggle harder against the two men who were trying their best to hold him back but this time, he seemed to be out of control. In the middle of his struggle, an explosion resounded in the front of the hideout.
"Who was that?! Go check who that was," Francis ordered his men. As soon as his men stepped out of the room, heading outside, flying bullets pierced their skin immediately, wasting them at that spot.
Shocked at what he’d just seen, Francis sent the other people to start packing up their kinds of stuff. He didn’t bring many men who could fight along with him and since two were already dead, only three remained.
Before they could move from their stance, another explosion echoed in the background. Hurrying, Francis ran towards the window at the back of the room and jumped right through it, escaping.
The two men holding Robert had been surprised by Francis’ actions and so was the other one.
"He left without us," the other one commented, surprised. "We need to leave as well," he added. As soon as they left Robert and intended to run off just like Francis had done a while ago, flying bullets pierced their skin from the back and they fell on the ground, dead.
Robert stared at them with surprise. Looking at the door, he saw John Donovan, the person he, his wife, and children were escaping to meet quickly.
John, a man in his late thirties, with chocolate skin and a muscular build walked inside the room and once his eyes sighted the dead twins, he heard Robert’s outburst.
"You are fucking late!!" He yelled out loud as tears flowed from his eyes. People say men shouldn’t cry but they have the emotions to do so. "You are fucking late," he mumbled this time.
"Boss, it seems Francis has escaped. We can’t find him in this area anymore," one of Donovan’s men informed him.
"Continue searching for him," John instructed.
Walking towards Robert, whose head was lowered as he sobbed quietly, he started to loosen the electric wires that had been wrapped around his body.
Immediately he was completely unbounded with the help of John, Robert crawled towards his twins. He grabbed each of them and held them close to his chest as he patted their heads despite knowing they weren’t alive anymore.
"Robert..." he suddenly heard the whisper of Emma right beside him. He’d thought she was also dead since she’d fainted when the last man was forcing himself on her.
Reluctantly letting go of his dead twins, he rushed towards Emma but the bullet in his back was making such movements incredibly hard for him.
Finally reaching where she was, he held her hands tightly before trying to touch her face where she’d been slapped numerous times each time she struggled with them.
Emma placed her hands on top of Robert’s and pulled it away from her face, shocking him entirely.
"Don’t touch me..." she mumbled before fainting again. Thinking she was dead, he shook her body to try to wake her up.
John, who had been standing by the side all along, watching Robert as he wallowed in sadness came forward and placed his hand beneath Emma’s nostrils.
"Don’t worry, she’s still alive. Just weak. We need to take her away to get treated immediately," he suggested and Robert vigorously nodded his head in agreement. He picked up his wife from the ground, stared at his dead children then John added,
"We will give him a befitting burial while you are away."
"No," Robert immediately objected to that idea. "I’m sure Emma would like to see them one last time too so it should be after she’s recovered."
John nodded in understanding and followed behind Robert as he carried his wife outside, completely surprised at how he’d managed to lift her despite all his injuries.
Inside of going to the hospital where the nurses and doctors would ask so many questions and suggest involving the police, John took Robert somewhere completely different.
"Where is this place?" Robert asked in confusion, seeing the house in front of him.
"I quickly bought this place because I knew we would need a place to stay in. My men have already called the doctor and he’s already waiting for us inside," John replied.
Robert nodded in understanding and continued to walk inside.
Getting inside, he immediately sighted the doctor, who was waiting patiently for him.
"You have to take her upstairs," said the doctor and he started leading the way. Robert followed him until he arrived in a room. There was already a hospital bed at the center while some of the doctor’s types of equipment lay beside it.
Robert slowly dropped her on the bed while the doctor excused them. Robert was hesitant to do so especially after what his wife had been through right in front of him. John ended up convincing him that the doctor was a trustworthy one but Robert didn’t leave that area of the door he closed the door and stood outside while waiting for any kind of sound that would come from inside.
"You need to get your wounds treated," John stated.
"The doctor is still busy with her," replied Robert.
"I didn’t get one doctor. Follow me." He said but Robert was still rooted to the ground, listening in for any sound.
Calling one of his men over, John instructed him to watch over the door.
"I’m sure if he hears something, he will inform me," said John, and he started walking away, heading to another room.
