CHAPTER 497: CHAPTER 497: RISKING HIS LIFE TO PROTECT HER

How could it be nothing when such a scorching rod hit the body?

That must be incredibly painful!

Ivana Monroe couldn’t comprehend the pain Leon Keane was going through right now, but her heart was twisting with pain as if being wrung by a knife. She held a wet towel in her hand, trembling as she covered her mouth and nose, not wanting Leon Keane to worry about her at this moment.

Leon Keane held her and took a few steps back: "Honey, stand here. I’ll kick the door open. Once you see the door open, run out, you understand?"

Ivana Monroe’s eyes filled with tears: "Husband, it’s too dangerous."

"It’s the only way for us to get out." Leon Keane was decisive. Seeing Ivana Monroe clinging to his arm, he gently pried her off and cupped her face: "Trust your husband. Let’s get out alive together, okay?"

"Husband..."

Ivana Monroe hadn’t finished speaking when Leon Keane kissed her forehead, turned around, and ran towards the fiery door, delivering a powerful kick against it.

Bam~

A loud noise sounded, and the flames on the door turned into sparks, surrounding Leon Keane like a rain of fire.

"Husband."

Ivana Monroe’s voice trembled with fear.

But the thing she feared most still happened.

Perhaps due to the surrounding high temperature, those sparks fell on Leon Keane’s clothes, and soon they caught fire.

Ivana Monroe was utterly panicked, clutching the wet towel and rushing towards Leon Keane regardless of anything.

"Don’t come over."

Leon Keane shouted angrily.

Ivana Monroe was frightened by Leon Keane’s angry voice.

The next moment.

Ivana Monroe’s pupils contracted sharply, her heart seemed to be gripped tightly by a hand, squeezing the breath out of her, almost as if she were going to die.

She saw Leon Keane, covered in flames, slam his body against the fiery red wooden door with force.

Bam~

The wooden door was smashed open.

Leon Keane used his body and life to open a path to survival for her.

Ivana Monroe ran out with tears streaming down her face, saw Leon Keane lying on the ground with flames still burning on him, and shouted at the village chief and villagers with a bucket of water: "Put out the fire quickly, he’s my husband."

"Ah? President Kane."

The village chief and villagers came to their senses, pouring water over Leon Keane’s body, making a sizzling sound.

The fire on Leon Keane’s body was extinguished.

Ivana Monroe knelt beside him, crying: "Husband, husband, how are you? Say something to me, just a word, okay?"

She was so scared, her body and voice trembling fiercely, seeing Leon Keane with his eyes closed, she didn’t dare to reach out to check his breath.

Leon Keane’s clothes were already charred, his handsome hairstyle was mostly burnt, and his originally good-looking face had a patch of skin scorched off under the left eyelid.

Ivana Monroe, however, was completely unharmed, not a scratch on her.

"President Kane." Derrick Stern ran over, seeing Ivana Monroe kneeling on the ground crying and Leon Keane lying there, he shouted loudly: "Call an ambulance, hurry and call an ambulance."

Derrick Stern called out while pulling out his phone, his fingers trembling heavily.

The village chief, terrified, trembled as he said: "There are no ambulances here, only in the county. It’ll take a long time to get here from the county, President Kane’s condition is too dangerous."

Upon hearing this, Derrick Stern’s fingers shook violently, and his phone fell to the ground.

Derrick Stern was angry and yelled at the village chief: "What kind of place is this? Not even an ambulance."

The village chief looked displeased. This place was already broken, how could there be an ambulance?

"Derrick, drive the car over now and take Leon Keane over."

"Okay."

Upon hearing Ivana Monroe’s instruction, Derrick Stern seemed to have found his backbone, picked up the phone, and ran to get the car.

The car was driven over.

Derrick Stern opened the car door, intending to get out and carry Leon Keane, but was surprised to see Ivana Monroe lifting Leon Keane up.

In general circumstances, it would be difficult for a woman to lift a man tens of pounds heavier than herself.

Ivana Monroe didn’t know where the strength came from to lift Leon Keane off the ground, but all she could think about now was praying that Leon Keane would be okay.

Derrick Stern got out of the car and opened the back seat door.

Ivana Monroe carefully put Leon Keane inside, and then got in herself.

Once in the car, Ivana Monroe did one thing: navigated to the nearest hospital. Mobile navigation being more accurate than the car’s GPS, she saw that the nearest hospital was an hour and twenty minutes away, and the burning tears in her eyes fell again.

She clenched her teeth, suppressing the cry in her throat, and handed the phone to Derrick Stern.

Derrick Stern took the phone, glanced at it, and growled: "Damn this broken place, the hospital is so far away."

Ivana Monroe felt immense guilt inside, blaming herself entirely. If it weren’t for her wanting to come, this wouldn’t have happened, she was the reason for Leon Keane’s plight.

"Husband, can you hear me? Don’t sleep, hold on, we reach the hospital and you’ll be saved, you can’t leave me and our child."

Ivana Monroe choked out to Leon Keane.

Leon Keane had no response.

Ivana Monroe held his hand, tears dripping off her chin, her heart in agony: "Husband, can you hear me? Answer me just once, okay?"

Hearing Ivana Monroe speak to Leon Keane from the back seat, Derrick Stern’s eyes also reddened.

He said, "Madam, don’t be too upset, our President Kane will definitely be alright. If anything happens to him, you’ll take the two young masters and remarry. Wouldn’t he be furious?"

Ivana Monroe was startled, Derrick Stern unwittingly reminded her.

Ivana Monroe said angrily, "Yes, Leon Keane, listen to me. If you dare to abandon our kids and me, I’ll take our two sons and marry someone else, rename your sons."

"No."

The weak and hoarse voice of Leon Keane resonated in the car.

Ivana Monroe and Derrick Stern were overjoyed.

Ivana Monroe tightened her grip on his hand: "Husband, don’t sleep, I’ll keep you company and talk to you."

Leon Keane panted, glancing sideways at Derrick Stern driving, damn it, he’s not dead yet! This guy already talking like that to his wife? Leading his wife astray.

It really pissed him off.

"Don’t... marry someone else." Leon Keane said again, his voice distinctly tinged with anger.

Ivana Monroe wept tears of joy: "If you don’t sleep, I won’t marry anyone else, I’ll only marry you, is that okay?"

"Okay."

Staying conscious was a huge challenge for Leon Keane, his whole body was in excruciating pain, the pain as if he was in a frying pan.

He bit his lip, suppressing the painful sounds from escaping his throat, and moments later, his forehead and face were covered in cold sweat.

Wave after wave of dizziness came over him, Leon Keane could barely make out what Ivana Monroe was saying, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open.

His wife, Leon Keane’s wife, could never be married to someone else.

Suddenly.

A tire burst sounded.

Derrick Stern was driving at a high speed, with the burst tire, his face turned pale with fear as he slammed on the brakes, his fingers desperately trying to keep the steering wheel steady.

Ivana Monroe jolted, her immediate reaction was to hold Leon Keane tight, preventing him from rolling off.

Ivana Monroe knelt on the car seat’s floor mat in front, one hand holding Leon Keane, the other bracing the backrest of the back seat, her head and back slamming heavily against the front driver’s seat repeatedly, and she held back tears, not making a sound, knowing Leon Keane was in more pain than she was.