CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: MAKING A WILL

White? Zane hesitated for a moment and didn’t cut the wire. At this moment, the number had already jumped to 90.

Suddenly, with a roar, a man in a black mask rode a motorcycle up to them. It was Tyson Sterling. Aiden Fordham quickly stepped forward, shielding Stella behind him.

He dismounted, quickly walked over to Charles Sterling, and carefully examined the bomb.

"This is a heartbeat bomb. Unless the heartbeat stops, it can’t be deactivated. If you cut the wrong wire, it’ll explode immediately."

As soon as he said this, everyone gasped. Damn that Erwin! He wanted to take them all out at once.

"Bang!" The sound of shattering glass; the glass tube in Stella’s hand fell to the ground, the blue liquid spilling everywhere.

"You bitch, how dare you ruin my antidote." Erwin was furious, throwing the purple-red test tube in his hand with force.

"Bang!" A crisp sound as the purple-red liquid splattered all over the ground.

Stella sneered, "Too bad, you broke the real antidote yourself. There’s nothing more I can do."

Heart-wrenching!

Erwin gasped, nearly fainting.

The eyes inside the power plant flickered, and a light voice uttered two words, "Fool!"

"Kill them for me," Erwin shouted irrationally.

Gunfire erupted again on both sides, and Zane and Aiden quickly led the people behind a nearby barrier.

At this moment, the bomb countdown was already down to 60 seconds, and everyone felt despair.

Stella quickly ran over, holding Charles Sterling’s hand, "Dad, I’ll find a way to save you. Don’t be afraid."

"Stella, I’m not afraid," Charles said calmly.

Hearing him call her Stella, Tyson glanced sideways, the girl had grown so much and was very pretty!

Charles had beads of sweat on his forehead. He continued to relay his final wishes, "Tell your mom I love her. In my next life, I still want to be her husband. You and Vivi must take good care of your mom."

Stella nodded desperately, tears falling like beads.

"Go, take her away, stay away from me," Charles shouted as the bomb countdown reached 35 seconds.

Aiden came over and pulled Stella up. Zane also stood up, his eyes deep; this wasn’t the outcome he wanted.

"Don’t touch me," Stella broke free from his grasp and rushed forward, hugging Charles tightly, "Dad! I’m not leaving."

Twelve years of nurturing, twelve years of care; she had long considered him her real father!

"Girl, stay away from me!" Charles shook his head, tears streaming down, shouting, "Take her away!"

Tyson suddenly took out a syringe from his pocket and then turned to ask Stella, "In three minutes, can you bring him back?"

Stella was momentarily stunned, seemingly understanding his meaning, and nodded desperately, "I can, I can!"

She knew that if more than three minutes passed, the brain would suffer irreversible damage due to lack of oxygen, potentially turning someone into a vegetable.

At this moment, the numbers had dropped to 20 seconds. There was no time to lose; Tyson directly injected the syringe into Charles’s arm.

Charles slowly closed his eyes, but the bomb’s number continued to count down, 10, 9, 8...

Aiden immediately pulled her away again, shielding her behind him. At 4, the stopwatch stopped, and Charles’s heartbeat also stopped. Tyson gently removed the bomb and forcefully threw it into the reservoir.

Erwin went insane. Why didn’t the bomb go off? It’s impossible; no one in the world can disarm a heartbeat bomb.

"Get God N for me!"

He screamed wildly. Suddenly, the power plant door opened, and more than a dozen tall bodyguards rushed in.

The smell of blood mixed with gunpowder stung Stella’s nose, making it ache.

Tyson injected another small syringe into Charles’s arm, seemingly adrenaline.

Stella immediately knelt in front of Charles, desperately performing CPR.

Once, twice, three times...

The pressure nearly drained all her strength.

"Dad, do you hear me? Wake up! Dad."

She kept pressing, crying out, her voice breaking like a bellows. Sweat and tears smeared her face, but she ignored them.

Charles remained unresponsive.

The battle behind them grew more intense, the dull thuds of fists striking flesh, the sharp snaps of bones misaligning, and the dying howls of enemies all mixed together.

Stella could feel the ground trembling beneath her.

Three masked men, like three gods of slaughter, steadfastly guarded her back.

"Watch out," suddenly, Aiden rushed over, embracing her body, directly taking a bullet for her. The bullet hit Aiden’s left shoulder.

His dark combat uniform was stained even darker, clinging to his taut muscles.

Yet he seemed to feel no pain, turning around to counterattack fiercely and decisively, with the momentum of tearing the enemy apart.

Zane’s fighting style was broad and open; every punch and kick carried tremendous force, able to kick 200 pounds of flesh into the air, truly a human weapon.

But Tyson was more agile, like a ghostly shadow weaving through the enemies.

At some point, a military dagger had appeared in his hand. As the cold light flashed, blood splattered.

His movements were extremely swift, a deadly danger hidden within elegance.

These three men were doing everything to protect her and her father’s small space.

Stella’s heart clenched hard, but she didn’t have time to think.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven..."

She bowed her head again, continuing chest compressions, mechanically counting.

Every number felt like a piece cut from her heart.

"Dad... look at me... Stella begs you..."

But Charles remained motionless, and she was on the brink of despair.

At this moment, Aiden looked up and saw a familiar figure; yes, it was Andy Lockwood. He darted into the abandoned power plant, and Aiden followed after him.

Aiden Fordham’s team members rushed out one after another from the forest, quickly subduing Erwin’s men.

At the same time, two helicopters flew over from above. Yes, it was the official forces from F-Country, coming to wrap things up.

Erwin was startled, turned, and dashed into the power plant. A prepared escape route was waiting there.

"Alex, quickly, start the yacht. I have to leave now." Erwin hurriedly entered when he saw Andy Lockwood, a look of panic on his face.

"Alright!" Andy nodded, opening a wooden plank on the ground, revealing the pre-prepared water escape route underneath.

As soon as he turned his head, he deftly inserted a sharp dagger straight into Erwin’s heart.

"Why... why?" Erwin, bleeding profusely, collapsed, eyes wide open in disbelief.

Andy coldly parted his lips, "Because you deserve to die! You promised me you wouldn’t harm her, yet you dared to fire a gun behind my back?"

Indeed, the shot aimed at Stella moments ago was fired by Erwin. Fortunately, Aiden Fordham blocked it.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

"Andy!" an angry voice rang out.

Andy turned around, looking at the man bleeding from his shoulder, gently shook his head, "Aiden Fordham, I thought you were dead!"

On the other side, Stella Grant, after performing several sets of CPR, was exhausted.

Sweat drenched her forehair, sticking to her cheek, her arms were almost too weak to lift.

Yet she continued pressing tirelessly.

Tears blurred her vision, mixed with sweat as they fell.

She bit her lip, mechanically repeating the compressions, each one filled with a desperate plea.

"Let me."

Tyson Sterling knelt, his broad hand covering Stella’s, taking over with indisputable force.

When they nearly reached the 30th compression, finally, Charles Sterling opened his eyes, causing Stella and Tyson to breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"Dad, you’re awake, this is great, truly great." Stella cried excitedly as she embraced him.

Charles lightly patted her back, "Stella, I’m fine, don’t cry!"

Tyson silently stood up, glanced at the father and daughter hugging, and turned to leave.

His back remained upright, only now tinged with a sense of indescribable solitude.

"Brother!" Stella suddenly raised her head, blurting out.

Those two words seemed like a spell, halting Tyson’s steps.

He paused.

Charles trembled all over, looking at Stella in disbelief.

Stella, eyes swollen with tears, nodded heavily.

"Tyson?"

Charles’s voice trembled uncontrollably; he held onto Stella’s arm just to stand steadily, eyes fixed on the silhouette, lips quivering with excitement.

Tyson stood there, neither speaking nor turning back, but his fists clenched for calm, eyes glistened with tears.

Charles’s old tears streamed down as he gazed at the upright figure, suddenly gaining clarity on many things.

"It’s good to be alive, come back to visit your mom...and sister if you have the chance. They miss you!"

Stella slowly walked forward, tugging at the hem of his coat.

As a child, whenever she was bullied, he’d stand up for her at school.

Then, she’d hold onto his coat hem on the way home. At that time, Mr. Sterling always raised her like a daughter-in-law, until later, when his son disappeared and she married into the Fordham Family.

Tyson turned back, gently stroked her head, eyes filled with unspeakable affection. But he had more important tasks to attend to.

He resolutely turned and left, a motorcycle cutting through the forest, going farther away like a lone courageous hero.

Stella supported the shaky Charles, tears once again clouding her eyes.

With Erwin’s body found and the rest captured, today’s conflict smoothly transitioned.

Tom Summers came along with the official personnel, telling Stella the situation before arresting all criminals and leaving.

At this moment, Stella thought with Erwin dead, the Alice Plan could end, unaware that a big fish had escaped.

Who could imagine, Erwin was just a codename, actually a combination of two names! The deeply hidden Alex is a fanatic; from approaching Stella to hopelessly falling for her, his obsessions became nearly pathological...

Aiden Fordham deeply looked at Stella’s back, then silently boarded his exclusive helicopter to leave, with his shoulder wound still bleeding, his face pale.

The team members only provided emergency bleeding control and hadn’t extracted the bullet yet.

Through the porthole, he gazed down at the lush forest, listening to Andy’s cold laughter echo.

"Aiden Fordham, I thought you were dead!"

"Andy, you can’t escape today. Stella would never expect her good senior was Erwin’s accomplice."

Andy laughed, "Aiden Fordham, you probably don’t know, do you? What you’ve contracted is the F2 nerve virus; you’ll only live for a month at most, so don’t trouble yourself with my and Stella’s future."

After pausing, he continued, "Also, don’t even think Stella can save you. Extracting detoxifying components from thirty-nine plants to formulate a drug takes at least 30 days, with one ingredient being rare. You won’t last. Soon, you’ll lose all senses, become furious, unable to control your actions, then slowly forget everything and everyone, eventually... die in despair."

He described it in great detail, as if seeing that satisfying outcome.

Aiden Fordham’s head buzzed and exploded! Andy took the chance to jump on the yacht and fled!

In his eyes flashed despair he’d never felt before!

How ridiculous! Turns out, his life only has 23 days left!

What to use to love you, Stella?

After calming down, he called Keegan Lindsey, asking him to bring lawyers and two items!

Keegan asked repentantly, what aspect should the lawyers focus on?

He faintly said three words: "Draft a will."

Across, the phone dropped in shock!