Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 992

Bradley, quick to regain his composure, cast aside the cup and hastened toward her.

“Sabrina!”

Other members of the crew also rushed forward, offering their support to Sabrina, their

voices filled with concern. “Are you injured?”

“Do you require an ambulance? Are you alright?” “Your arm appears to be hurt!” Sabrina’s

heart raced and her complexion turned pallid.

She drew a deep breath and reassured them, “I’m fine. An ambulance isn’t necessary. It’s

just a bruise.”

Fortunately, the last wire had broken the moment she touched down, causing her to lose

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her balance and land on a bolt buckle. This resulted in a bruised and slightly bleeding arm

but the injury was not severe.

Promptly, a staff member retrieved the first aid kit.

Camden offered comforting words and allowed Sabrina to tend to her wound.

Covering herself with a warm jacket, Sabrina joined the staff as they headed toward a

nearby shed. Order was gradually restored among the crew.

Peter, wearing a perplexed expression, observed her departure. He stroked his chin and

inquired, “Why is she substituting for Galilea? They don’t bear any resemblance.”

With a complex expression on his face, Camden shared a knowing look with Peter and

explained, she volunteered for this role…

It’s a long story. She is Sabrina Chavez and

“Who is Sabrina Chavez?” Peter, who paid little attention to the news, appeared

bewildered.

Camden leaned in and whispered to Peter, who then gazed at Sabrina in astonishment.

Meanwhile, in the other corner of the shed, Sabrina settled into a chair, lifted a glass of

water to her lips, and took a Long sip, her chest rising and falling with pronounced

intensity.

From the medicine box, the staff retrieved the ointment and Bradley offered, “Allow me to

assist you with that.”

In an unexpected turn of events, the staff regarded Bradley with surprise, then directed

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his gaze at Sabrina. Recognizing the connection between them, the staff graciously

handed the ointment to Bradley, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

Sabrina bestowed a grateful smile upon the staff and remarked, “Please proceed with your

tasks. I am perfectly fine here. After applying the ointment, I will head home to rest.”

The staff offered kind words and exited the shed. Amidst the earlier commotion, Sabrina

had been surrounded by a crowd, leaving her with no opportunity to converse with Bradley

until now. “Bradley, what brings you here?” she inquired.

“Our crew happened to be shooting in the vicinity,” Bradley explained as he gently

dispensed a small amount of ointment onto a cotton swab, tenderly applying it to her

wound.

“What a coincidence!”