Chapter 170 God Opened a Window for Her
"Mr. Harrison!" Charlie heard the crying and rushed over, dropping to his knees beside Nicholas without hesitation to begin CPR compressions.
Emma collapsed to the ground, clutching his cold hand as tears streamed endlessly down her face.
"Nicholas, open your eyes, don't sleep..."
"Nicholas, wake up..."
"Nicholas..."
The deafening roar of helicopter blades grew closer, whipping up snow and debris that stung their eyes.
The aircraft landed steadily on the helipad.
The cabin door was yanked open with violent force.
Jack leaped down, clutching a silver briefcase, and sprinted toward Emma with desperate urgency.
Reaching her, he quickly opened the case to reveal a vial of deep crimson serum lying inside.
"Emma, quickly! Give this to him," Jack said breathlessly.
Emma's pupils dilated in shock as she stared at the vial. "This is..."
"Formula 13! The same Formula 13 you developed before!" Jack spoke rapidly, fearing every second's delay. "The vial you took when you left Moore Group was fake! Matthew had me switch it! So when Elvin smashed that one, it was fake too!"
The news hit Emma like a lightning bolt.
Her mind went blank.
Wild joy instantly swept through her, washing away the despair and cold that had consumed her moments before.
She practically snatched the vial, her fingers trembling with excitement but still managing to remove the cap with steady determination.
The crimson liquid, glowing with an otherworldly shimmer, was carefully administered to Nicholas's cracked lips, drop by precious drop, slow and steady.
Each drop carried all her hope.
Charlie had been monitoring Nicholas's chest the entire time.
Suddenly, he lifted his head, surprise flashing in his eyes before transforming into undeniable relief. "His heartbeat's returning!"
He immediately shouted orders, "Quick! Get him inside! Prepare the monitors!"
Several bodyguards carefully lifted Nicholas onto a stretcher and rushed toward the hotel.
Emma's body continued trembling—not from cold, but from the overwhelming emotional whiplash.
Traces of grief lingered, but what surged through her heart now was pure gratitude.
"Jack, thank you. Really, thank you for saving him." Her voice carried the hoarseness of someone who'd narrowly escaped disaster.
Jack looked at her pale face and blurted out, "The serum came from Matthew."
"He doesn't want to see you cry anymore, and he won't allow you to hurt yourself again."
"Matthew said that day you saved his life on the mountainside—he's returning that life directly to Nicholas now."
The air seemed to freeze for several seconds.
Each word created ripples across Emma's heart.
Her chest clenched violently.
If Matthew had died that day on the mountainside, then today Nicholas would surely have died too.
So the mercy she'd shown that day had borne fruit today.
This was the window God had opened for her!
"Please... thank him for me," she whispered to Jack, instinctively glancing toward the helicopter.
Wind and snow blurred her vision, but she knew Matthew was behind that small cabin window.
Yet she didn't approach—not a single step.
Finally, Emma drew a deep breath of the frigid air, then turned toward the helicopter.
Slowly, she offered a gentle smile.
This smile conveyed acceptance, gratitude, and most of all—farewell.
Then she turned away without a trace of lingering attachment and walked toward the hotel.
Inside the helicopter, Matthew watched her retreating figure through the window with perfect clarity.
He saw that final smile.
Standing straight against the wind, she looked like a winter plum blossom—solitary yet beautiful in the harsh cold.
His eyes could no longer contain the surging pain within.
He'd never imagined that after all his scheming and careful planning, in the final moment, he would personally save his rival.
Pushing her toward another man.
But when he saw that smile, somehow none of it mattered anymore.
She had smiled.
She'd finally smiled at him—not with the previous disgust, coldness, or wariness.
This smile gave all his unwillingness, stubbornness, and madness an outlet, letting it all dissipate like smoke.
His eyes reddened beyond his control.
So this was what truly loving someone felt like.
He was beginning to understand.
The helicopter's engine roared louder, the fuselage trembling slightly before slowly ascending.
He departed from her world, leaving only a trace of hope's dawn across the sky.
That afternoon, the snow in Luminous City stopped, but it welcomed another kind of bloodshed instead.
Hawk produced the Skyfire Dagger, officially announcing his takeover of Luminous City. He would tear down the walls of the wealthy district—from now on, the entire city would know no division between rich and poor.
Three new policies would be implemented to eliminate all crime and bring peace to Luminous City.
The entire city erupted in celebration, with citizens cheering everywhere.
But soon after, a devastating explosion rocked the main stage, followed by gunfire.
Chaos erupted as Hawk was shot.
Those who sought power always paid in blood or life.
Evelyn watched the chaotic scenes on television, her heart contracting as the glass slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor.
Shortly after, she heard gunshots within the house as Hank burst in, wounded.
"Miss Jackson, quickly! We need to leave now."
He led her toward the secret exit in the basement...
From the peak of Skywater Mountain, the towering flames and billowing smoke rising from the city below were clearly visible.
News of Hawk's critical injuries spread throughout the city overnight like wildfire.
Emma gripped the railing with white knuckles, her chest tight with worry.
Charlie's expression remained impassive, his voice steady.
"Mrs. Harrison needn't worry—no one dares attack up here." He paused before adding, "Even if they did, our people would keep you and Mr. Harrison safe."
Emma shook her head, brow furrowed with concern. "I'm worried about Evelyn. Can we bring her up here?"
Charlie nodded without hesitation and called out into the empty courtyard with authority.
"Thunderstorm."
The moment he spoke, three dark figures materialized from nowhere, kneeling in perfect unison with movements so swift they left only afterimages.
Emma stared wide-eyed in amazement.
Charlie quickly issued orders, "Bring Miss Jackson safely up the mountain."
"Yes, sir."
The three responded in unison before their forms blurred and vanished instantly.
Emma remained frozen in place, still processing the movie-like scene she'd just witnessed.
Charlie hurried to explain, "Mrs. Harrison, these are Mr. Harrison's bodyguards."
"In any emergency, just call 'Thunderstorm,' and they'll appear."
Emma absorbed this information and nodded, then offered an honest assessment.
"Whoever came up with that code name has terrible taste."
Charlie fell silent.
That was Mr. Harrison's doing, not his!
A day and night passed just like that.
In the bedroom, Nicholas remained unconscious.
Inside his body, the virus and antidote were waging a silent war, with every minute and second a life-or-death gamble.
The steady lines and rhythmic beeping from the bedside monitor were the only proof he was still alive.
Emma took a cotton swab, dampened it with warm water, and gently moistened his cracked lips with infinite tenderness.
She wrung out a warm towel and carefully wiped his hands—those broad palms with their defined knuckles now hanging powerlessly.
Charlie entered quietly, his footsteps soft as he asked with concern,
"Mrs. Harrison, how much longer before Mr. Harrison wakes up?"
Emma didn't answer directly, simply lowering her gaze back to that sleeping face.
"He will wake up."
Her voice was quiet but carried unshakeable certainty.
"His birthday is in two days. He'll be reborn."
Night deepened further into complete silence.
Emma could no longer fight her exhaustion and fell asleep with her head resting beside the bed.
Her breathing was shallow with fatigue.
In the stillness, the man's long fingers moved almost imperceptibly—just slightly.