Emanuel’s P.O.V.
“Her condition is critical, boss. We have shifted her to the base hospital, but it’s hard to say if she will survive. Her whole back is burned and she also has a few shots wounds.” Alexei informed me in a grim tone.
“How many times she has been shot?” I asked him while looking at Charlette who was cheering aloud with others on the bleachers, jumping happily while clapping, watching Jason playing.
“Five. One missed her heart but ruptured her lung.” Alexei answered and my grip on the phone tightened.
It was a lot to process, but the problem was how to explain this to Charlette. Harrison sent her a message indicating that her mother was safe.
Surely, she was safe now, but she was holding her life by a thread.
“I am sorry, boss. Our people were a few minutes late.” He ap
