Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 907

Chapter 907

The tall buildings on both sides blocked the sun and made her surroundings dark.

There was light ahead as if guiding her that she would be saved as long as she ran into it.

Anne even appeared joyful.

She ran out of the small trail and rushed directly onto the road, completely unrestrained as she crashed into the traffic.

Anne stopped in her tracks. Then, just as she turned to look, she saw a car rushing toward her.

She stared at the car blankly …perhaps it was too late to show any expression.

Everything was happening in slow motion.

“Anne!” Anthony rushed over as fast as he could, darting into the traffic and approaching her regardless of his own.

danger. Yet, before he could even grab Anne, she was already knocked away by the car.

“Bang!”

Anne flew a few meters away like a feather, hitting the ground with a loud thud and rolling on twice-

“Ugh…” Anne spat out a mouthful of blood. Even so, was still conscious, struggling to get up.

She wanted to run because someone was chasing after her.

she

Her hair was drenched with blood, flowing down her neck in lines, looking like exposed blood vessels.

As soon as she propped up her body and turned her face, Anne saw a shadow sprinting toward this side.

She could not see clearly, she could not hear any sound, and she did not even feel any fear.

Anne’s body could no longer hold on, and she fell weakly.

Anthony caught her in time. He looked at the person covered in blood in his arms, and his obsidian eyes were red. “Anne…”

Anne looked at him with half–closed eyes, but she did not seem to be looking at him, and she said with difficulty,

Take care of…the children…”

Before completely losing consciousness, he heard Anthony’s roar-

“Hurry!”

The operating room door was closed, and Anthony stood at the door. His whole body was stiff and motionless, like a sculpture. Even his blood had turned cold.

Not only that, but his blood–stained hands were also trembling.

There were patches of damp spots on his black clothes from Anne’s blood.

Even Anthony’s obsidian eyes were scarlet like blood, fixedly staring at the operating room door.

She would be fine. Without his permission, no one could let her die!

Even with such a strong mentality, the fear in Anthony’s heart seemed to overwhelm him, and his breathing became heavier and uneven.

The nurse came over and asked, “Mr. Marwood, are you injured? Should I take you to clean the wound?”

Anthony turned his neck around slowly, and his eyes were dark and terrifying.

The nurse took two steps back in fright.