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.

meticulously searched the collapsed rubble, confirming there were no unexploded bombs before beginning the

with us, during which the person responsible for this construction

instantly made headlines across major news media outlets. The speed was staggering, leading to temporary

shocked the entire country but also the international community. After all, this

of the situation, news media coverage couldn't be suppressed. Neither the

the consensus was clear-someone

and versions of events bombarded us, and

this project, I couldn't escape the onslaught of

reassurances to not worry and that he had everything under control, I still felt some self-blame. Indeed, I paid too little attention to this

person

at the scene and went to the hospital to visit the injured. With a baby on the way, the

when I had already regained consciousness. Since the incident, he had been overseeing the overall situation, dealing with some tricky peripheral issues. When I