Chapter 228

He reached out, patted the man gently on the back, offering what small comfort he could, and then carefully lifted him onto his shoulders, mindful of the man’s injuries and the blood that had soaked his clothes. Moosa carried him swiftly to the secret lift of the house, his mind racing. He instructed him, with urgency in his voice, that a car would be waiting outside and that he must tell the driver to take him immediately to a doctor to tend to the wounds before they became fatal.

Moosa then turned back, his focus now sharp, his heart hammering in his chest. The stairs ahead of him were not just steps; they were a path toward the end of everything he had known. He hurriedly climbed the stairs, each step echoing in the nearly empty house, adrenaline coursing through his veins, carrying with it a mix of fear and determination. When he reached the rooftop, what he saw shattered his heart completely. His father was on his knees, battered and broken, his hands tied tightly behind