76 Missed Calls, And He Still Chose Her Dog Chapter 08

76 Missed Calls, And He Still Chose Her Dog Chapter 08

Adrian didn’t leave in the end.

He pitched his own tent and stayed at the camp as a field doctor.

He treated the wounded.

Helped the medical team move patients.

He never bothered me first.

But every morning, a thermal food container appeared outside my tent.

Inside were hot meals.

I never ate them.

I gave them away every time.

Just like that, we became the most familiar strangers.

Until that day.

I was taking photos of a little girl.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from the sky.

“Lydia, watch out!”

The next second, I was knocked to the ground.

The violent explosion made my ears go numb.

Warm liquid dripped onto my neck, one drop after another,

Adrian died.

He pushed me away.

He was hit by a stray shell fragment.

The little girl he had shielded under him was unharmed.

In that moment, my feelings were too complicated to describe.

Three years later, Channel 8 News sent a colleague to replace me.

I returned to headquarters as deputy news director.

Before leaving, I visited Adrian’s grave.

I placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the headstone.

“Resources are limited.”

“The little girl you saved asked me to bring these to you.”

“She said thank you for saving her.”

“Adrian Whitlock.”

“I still don’t have the right to forgive you on behalf of my child and my parents.”

“But for my part, consider your debt paid.”

“From now on, we owe each other nothing.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Goodbye.”