Beyond the Divorce

Ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars rushed from all directions toward the exploding construction site.

Noah was already there when we got to the site, and various news media swarmed in, instantly surrounding the construction site.

Although the explosions had stopped, smoke still billowed, and the scent of explosives lingered. Amidst the haze, all I could see was rubble.

I grabbed hold of a foreman on the site and asked loudly, "Are there any casualties?"

"It's still unclear at the moment. The bomb squad won't let anyone near. They are afraid there might be more bombs!" The foreman said, "However, we've notified the person responsible for this building to start counting their people. We believe we'll have a tally soon!" The exploded construction site had already erected a 12-story framework. The original plan was for a 23-story building. The explosion started from the eighth floor, followed by two more blasts on the third floor, causing the stairwell frame to collapse completely. An hour later, news finally came. Three were severely injured, 12 were lightly injured, and thankfully, no fatalities.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this might be the best outcome.

It was said that yesterday, a scaffolding on a construction site loosened, nearly causing casualties. So, before starting work today, all construction sites held impromptu safety meetings, delaying the start but ultimately saving lives.

collapsed rubble, confirming there were no unexploded

during which the person responsible for

news of the explosion at the New Bourdamun reconstruction site instantly made headlines across major news media outlets. The speed was staggering,

entire country but also the international community. After all, this was a high-profile construction project garnering much attention, yet suddenly, such a terrifying incident

coverage couldn't be suppressed. Neither the

was divided instantly, but the consensus was clear-someone had sabotaged the New

and versions of events bombarded us, and the negative impact was

the primary person in charge of this project, I couldn't escape

control, I still felt some self-blame. Indeed, I paid too little

person in charge and play the

scene and went to the hospital to visit the injured. With a baby on the way, the relentless workload took its toll on me, and I eventually collapsed at the scene. I was

consciousness. Since the incident, he had been overseeing the overall situation, dealing with some tricky peripheral issues. When I fainted, he wasn't