Chapter 515
Dorian pouted, choosing to remain silent.
After lingering a bit longer under the tunnel, Thalassa began leading Evelyn and the children uphill.
Thalassa walked ahead, hand-in-hand with Elowen and Sophia, while Evelyn trailed behind, guiding Dorian and Atticus.
The path beneath the overpass was ill-maintained, rugged, and littered with stones.
They had to tread carefully.
“Ouch!” Elowen suddenly tripped over a large rock. Her petite figure lurched forward.
Thalassa sprang into action, reaching out to steady her but she was a moment too late.
“Ow!” Elowen’s forehead hit a large stone. The pain triggered immediate tears.
Her crying was heart-wrenching.
Thalassa swiftly scooped up Elowen, attempting to soothe her, “Where did you hurt yourself, Elowen? Don’t cry. Tell mommy where it hurts.”
Under the overpass, where light was scarce, it was impossible to see clearly. Thalassa felt helpless..
“Ow… it hurts…” Elowen wept uncontrollably, unable to articulate where she was hurt.
Thalassa quickly wiped the tears off Elowen’s face. However, her hand came away not just with tears but a thick, warm liquid.
Those weren’t tears.
It was blood!
Thalassa’s heart seized in panic, and her breath hitched, “Oh God, Elowen’s bleeding!”
Her voice wavered with fear.
“Don’t panic. Let’s hurry up, Evelyn, too, became anxious. She gestured for Dorian to get onto her back, then scooped up Atticus and Sophia.
In times of crisis, surprising strength can be summoned.
On any given day, it would have been impossible for her to carry three children at once. But that day, she managed to do that.
Thalassa, clutching Elowen, quickened her pace to reach the main road. Evelyn followed, carrying the three children.
Vehicles continued their usual traffic on the road, with no sign of Lysander.
There were streetlights lining the road.
With the added light, Thalassa could finally see Elowen’s face. Her forehead was split open, blood pouring out.
The blood had even reached her eyes.
Elowen found it unbearable. She kept her eyes shut, crying with her mouth agape. The sight of her tears mixed with blood was horrifying.
It was as if a knife was driven into Thalassa’s heart. The pain was so intense it almost took her breath away, “Elowen, Elowen, my darling…”
Her eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to spill over. Her mind was in chaos.
Evelyn, too, saw Elowen’s condition and was equally frantic, “We need to get her to a hospital, fast. If we’re too late, we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives. My darling Elowen, you have to be okay.”
Evelyn was also on the verge of tears.
The other three children saw Elowen’s bleeding forehead. The sight was terrifying to them.
One by one, their worried and fearful voices echoed softly.
“Elowen…”
“Elowen…”
“Sis, oh…”
Thalassa breathed in painful gasps, and her hands trembled. She quickly rummaged through her backpack, pulling out a light-colored cloth to wipe the blood off Elowen’s face and bandage her forehead.
Having done all she could, she cradled Elowen in her arms, standing by the roadside, anxiously waiting for a cab.
When a taxi finally pulled over, Thalassa flagged it down.
In her heightened state of panic, she hastily said to the driver, “Please, we need to get to a hospital!”