Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

As when the beam fell, Haward pushed Quill aside.

Quill grimaced in pain as he stumbled and fell to the ground. "Dad!" He cried as he realized Haward was crushed under the blazing beam. Freaked out, he ran toward his father when the flames were burning Haward's clothes and skin.

Quill wanted to help Haward up, but he was already on the verge of losing his consciousness. He passed out instantly after the heavy beam hit him.

"Dad, Dad, get up!" Quill was freaking out, but his father wouldn't respond no matter how hard he shook him. He grabbed his father's hand and tried to drag him toward the door, but he couldn't. Finally, an idea struck Quill, and he got up to push the beam that fell on his father.

The beam was very heavy and scorching, so as soon as Quill put his little hands on it, he heard the sound of flesh sizzling. He withdrew his hands immediately and blew on his palms.

The pain was unbearable.

And Quill nearly shed tears that moment.

However, he instantly realized he was already in so much pain with just one touch. His father was probably in more pain crushed under the beam.

With that thought in mind, Quill put his hands on the beam despite his fear and pain. The intense pain traveled from his palms; he dared not let go but continued to push it with all his might. He had to save his father; he was definitely in a lot of pain. It was all his fault. If he hadn't drawn, this would not have happened.

"Dad, get up! Dad..." As soon as Haward gradually regained his consciousness, he heard Quill's cries. It sounded like the hopeless cries of a cub, stabbing his heart with each call.

Haward opened his eyes with difficulty and finally saw the scene in front of him.

To save him, his son's little hands were scorched to mutilation. The fire was burning the hem of Quill's pants, but he didn't notice at all, still trying to push the beam away from him. No... It was unacceptable! He was a man. No, he was not only a man but also a husband and a father! How could he lie here and let his son suffer this kind of pain! As the house was ablaze, people finally took notice and ran out one after another. Sran to call 911, while others were like headless chickens, afraid that the fire would spread to their houses. "Quill," Haward said with difficulty while Quill was still pushing the beam. Hearing his father's voice, he immediately looked over and rushed to him. "Dad, Dad, you're finally awake!" The flesh on Haward's back had been burnt to the point he could not feel anything anymore. He was on the verge of fainting from the excruciating pain, but when he saw Quill trying to save him with all his might, he knew he couldn't give up. "Quill, you cannot stay here any longer. Run before the fire spreads to the door." Quill was an obedient child, so Haward thought he'd run out without the slightest hesitation. But for sreason, Quill suddenly widened his eyes and shook his head hard, non-stop. "No, I won't." "Listen to me, Quill." Haward smiled as he gently wiped the ashes off Quill's face. His heart wrenched when he saw his badly mangled hand. However, it was not the tfor it; he had to cajole Quill into leaving.

"Quill, I'm not asking you to leave me. It's just that you won't be able to push the beam away alone. So, run out and get help before the fire reaches the door. They can help save me." Hearing that, Quill's eyes lit up. "Will they save you?" Haward nodded with a smile. "Of course, but you have to ask them to help me. Do you understand?" Quill obviously knew his strength alone was enough to push the beam away as it wouldn't budge despite his efforts. It would be great if the neighbors were willing to help.

Quill turned around, ready to run, but he turned back and looked at his father, hesitant. Haward smiled and urged him gently, "Go now, quickly. I'm counting on you." Yes, his father was in a lot of pain. He needed to ask the neighbors to save his father! With that thought, Quill said solemnly to his father, "Dad, you have to wait for me!" Then, Quill ran out the door. Perhaps because he had a target, he darted. Haward watched as his son's back faded into the distance. His gaze was desirous; even when Quill was no longer within his vision, he still looked on.

A moment later, Haward grimaced in pain. As Quil was present earlier, he dared not show his pain. He was in excruciating pain, and his consciousness was fading. He had a feeling he wouldn't make it; his limbs were numb, and his back was completely burned.

He had his reasons for asking Quill to leave. He hoped Quill could get help, for he did not want to die just like that. He had vowed to take good care of his wife and son for a lifetime. If he died, what were the two of them to do? Hence, he could not die.

As long as there was still a glimmer of hope, he had to grab hold of it.

Of course, the most important thing was to let Quill leave. If he really Q.m failed to get out alive, at least his son would not be in danger. All that it mattered was that his son was able to escape alive. As the thought crossed his mind, Haward felt much better. However, he was in much agony and cold sweat kept pouring out.

He really didn't want to die like this. If he died, it would be the end of him, but the people left behind would suffer. They would have to face the pain of losing their loved ones day and night. How could he bear to do so to his family? He really did not want to die. Therefore, Haward could only pray to God that Quill could look for someone to rescue him.

As several neighbors watched the blazing house, they were shocked by the small figure who had suddenly rushed out of the fire.

"Is-Isn't that Quill? Why are you in there? Where are your parents?" "Oh my God! Why is your hand so badly injured? Are your parents still in there?"

Several adults circled him. Panting, Quill looked at them pitifully and om begged, "Please my dad is still inside. He's hurt. Please save him!" Hearing that, the adults were stunned. "Your father is still in there?" X