?<strong>Chapter 245:</strong>


    Lucas approached the scene a few secondster, his steps quick and purposeful, and stopped short at the sight before him.


    Belinda knelt in the rain-soaked street, her face etched with concentration, sweat forming on her brow as she tirelessly administered CPR.


    Her determination was palpable, each motion deliberate and resolute.


    After performing CPR for a while with no immediate results, Belinda pinched Ata’s nose and leaned down, administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.


    She alternated between resuscitation and chestpressions, repeating the process again and again.


    She didn’t seem to tire of it.


    Each press of her hands was firm and precise, her determination radiating in every movement.


    Watching Belinda like this, Lucas felt a wave of admiration rise within him.


    He also felt his heart flutter.


    The dedication Belinda poured into saving a life—unyielding and selfless—was truly remarkable.


    The man, having finished his call, stood nearby, his tense expression betraying his anxiety as he watched Belinda’s relentless efforts.


    Noticing the sweat on Belinda’s brow, Lucas stepped forward, pulling a tissue from his pocket to gently dab at the sweat on her face.


    Belinda didn’t react, her focus entirely on Ata, her mind singrly fixed on the task of saving her.


    The man’s gaze shifted to Lucas, and suddenly, his pupils contracted in recognition.


    Lucas…


    It was him!


    And if Lucas was here, then the woman kneeling on the ground, performing the rescue with such skill and determination, had to be his wife, Belinda.


    The man’s eyes lingered on Belinda’s face, and recognition dawned.


    It was indeed Belinda!


    For a moment, his emotions tangled in a web ofplexity, an indescribable feeling twisting in his chest.


    He hadn’t expected to cross paths with Lucas and Belinda—no, with Belinda alone—under such circumstances.


    Minutes ticked by like hours, and after what felt like an eternity, Ata suddenly parted her lips.


    Belinda froze for a moment before reaching out to check Ata’s carotid artery once more, her gesture steady but hopeful.


    Feeling the faint rhythm of a heartbeat, she let out a shaky breath and copsed back onto the ground, her tone soft but triumphant. “Her heartbeat is back.”


    As her words registered, a ripple of apuse spread through the crowd nearby, growing louder with every passing second.


    “This youngdy is incredible!” someone eximed, their voice filled with awe.


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