The orange sunset glow was swallowed by the light gray cold color. The sky darkened, and the light in the warehouse was bleak.
Sara's heart, which had been beating all this time, finally calmed down.
She tried her best to hold back her tears and wanted to look stronger. However, when she ran into the warm embrace, she failed to hold back her tears and burst into tears.
Tears kept flowing out like a river that burst its banks. Sara held Hank's waist tightly and buried her face firmly in his chest. "Woo, woo, woo, woo..."
Hank's fingers stiffened slightly.
After a long while, he patted Sara's head and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Sorry, I'm late."
Sara cried until she was out of breath. Like a koala mouse, she tightly hugged the man's waist, as if she wanted to extract all the lost sense of security from it. She said in a choked voice, "Uncle... I'm so scared... I'm so scared..."
Hank lowered his eyes and looked at Todd, who was still screaming and screaming. He picked Sara up from the ground and held her buttocks with both hands, as if he was holding a child. This posture undoubtedly made Sara feel at ease, and her crying gradually became smaller and smaller.
Bella immediately ordered his men to tie Todd and Ryan up, who were still cursing. Hank patted the frightened little girl in his arms and asked softly, "Where did they touch you?"
Sara sobbed and said, "You hit me in the face... and to tear off my clothes..."
Hank's gaze swept past Sara's swollen cheek. His gaze slowly darkened, but his voice was calm as he said, "Bella, chop your hand off."
Bella answered, "Master, you'd better take Miss Martin to the car first."
The next scene was a little bloody, which might scare Sara.
Hank grunted in agreement.
In the warm car, Sara still refused to let go of Hank, just like a child holding an adult's neck after listening to a ghost story. Hank had to let her sit on his legs and hold her face to face. He reached out his hand to wipe her tears and said, "Good girl. It's okay. Your face has wounds, and your tears will hurt more."
Sara didn't shed much tears, but she still couldn't stop sobbing. She buried her head on Hank's shoulder and said in a sobbing voice, "I, I'm afraid..."
"It's all right." Hank put his arm around her waist. "Jackie, be a good girl. The bad guys have all been taken away."
Besides Sara, Master Hank had never coaxed anyone else. He was not very familiar with the work. He patted Sara's back in a strange way and felt that the little girl was still trembling. There was a stabbing pain in his heart. He did not understand why this feeling came, but he could clearly understand that it was very uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes, pulled out a piece of tissue paper, and carefully dried Sara's tears. Her face, which was originally pretty and swollen, was like a little hamster, stuffing a large piece of bread into her cheek.
"If you continue to cry, Uncle will kiss you,"
Hank said.
Sara quickly covered her mouth, trying to hold back her tears, but it was in vain. Her eyes, which had swollen like walnuts, still burst into tears, and her small shoulders were twitching.
*... Hank said, "Is there any other wound on her body?"
Sara sniffed a little and picked up the hem of her dress for him to see.
Because of the struggle before, her leg made a large scratch on the concrete floor. It was not serious, but it looked very scary. Hank's face looked terrible, and he ordered the driver, "Go to the hospital."
Dominik quickly nodded. "Okay."
Sara looked at him with an aggrieved look. "Uncle... it hurts."
Hank thought for a moment and looked up at her. Suddenly, he pressed down on the back of Sara's neck. "I have a way to make you forget the pain."
Sara: "?"
Hank suddenly pressed her head down and their lips met. Sara immediately felt a sharp pain and opened her mouth slightly. Hank immediately attacked the land unceremoniously.
Dominik was speechless. "I'm just an emotional driver. I can't see anything."
The painkiller method of the old man was really effective. When they arrived at the hospital, Sara was so dizzy that she completely forgot that she was still injured.
And he wrote 18,000 words in his mind to denounce the behavior of this old man as a beast.
The big hands of the experts had long been waiting with trepidation. As soon as Sara arrived at the hospital, she received the most detailed full-body examination. Then the nurse removed the poison from her cheeks and calves and applied the medicine.
After the treatment, the nurse gave her a cup of fragrant hot Keke and said gently, "Drink a little, your stomach will be much more comfortable."
Sara nodded and thanked him. After drinking half a cup of hot Keke, her body felt really warm.
Hank got the report from the doctor. The most serious injury on Sara's body was the two slaps. Because she was too strong, there was a certain level of concussion. But there would be no big problem if she had a good rest, but the injury on her face might take a few days to recover.
There was no big problem. Hank breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly, "You don't need to come to the clinic again?"
The doctor quickly said, "No, no... Miss Martin is now mainly mentally. Kidnapping and violence will make her fear. You need to appease her..."
Although he said so, the doctor couldn't figure out what Hank was trying to comfort him.
"Maybe it's useless to say that."
Hank nodded. "Got it."
When he opened the door to the ward, he saw Sara holding a mug and staring out of the window. Hearing the sound of opening the door, she immediately turned around. Her deer-like eyes were still full of vigilance-it seemed that the doctor was right. She was indeed frightened.
Hank handed the report to her and said, "This is your physical report. Take a look."
Sara nodded and earnestly flipped through the pages, as if she had given herself a diagnosis.
Hank sat down beside her. "Tonight, should we stay in the hospital, or should we go home?"
Go home.
These two warm words suddenly squeezed into Sara's heart.
"Go home."
She used to think that the Martin family was her family, but her biological father faced the criminal's extortion of phone numbers and wanted the kidnapper to kill him immediately. The one who came to save her in the end was the man she had been afraid of.
Now, it seemed that she had a new home.
That place was called Reminisland. She did not know when it did not belong to her. But at least for now, Sara did feel a sense of happiness.
She suddenly hugged Hank's waist and leaned her head against his heart. She heard his strong heartbeat and gently said, "I want to... go home."