Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone…

That was the restaurant owner, you know. Well, the one Emma and I used to work for, Henry replied for both of them. We don’t work there anymore.

At least I don’t. Emma corrected him immediately. The guy shook his head sadly and winced from the pain.

His neck was stiff and any slightly sharp movement caused a spasm. Easy, my friend. Don’t get agitated.

And for James saving our friend here, you deserve a special thank you. James was a very good person and probably still is, the janitor corrected himself. I just happen to be there.

It’s not really my territory. You see, us vagabonds, we divide everything by districts, by yards. Step onto someone else’s turf and you’ll quickly get your ribs cracked so you won’t want to come back.

But there I saw it, an accident, and a pillar of smoke rising from it. People were running around, wailing, but no one was rushing to save the man. The gas tank could have exploded at any moment, the vagabond began his story.

Henry looked at his interlocutor with undisguised respect. Deep down, he had long concluded that Connor was a good man. Otherwise, would he have rushed to the defense of a stray dog? Unlikely.

Connor took a deep breath and touching the wound on his temple with his fingers continued. As soon as I saw that someone could burn alive, I ran straight to the car. I smashed the glass with a cobblestone and started pulling him out of the car.

And all around, there was noise, chaos, people shouting that the fuel tank would soon explode. It was all true, but you can’t just leave the driver. Anyway, I made it, dragged him about 10 meters away, and then it went off.

You, my friend, are a true hero. To just throw yourself into the fire for our James, Henry said sorrowfully. Emma looked warmly at the rescued boy and caught herself thinking that all this seemed somehow not accidental.

Connor saved James. She saved Connor. After that, it was hard to believe in coincidences.

Since Emma couldn’t delay any longer, she called a taxi and went home where four hungry children were waiting for her. Nathan, Anna, Peter, and Emily. At the same time, James lay in a hospital bed, gradually coming to his senses.

Of course, he still had little strength and he could barely hold a spoon and fork on his own. Erica and Dr. Merritt kept their word and skillfully fooled Grace for about five days, who had decided to disconnect her husband from life support machines and claim her rightful inheritance. And on the fifth day, James called Erica over and asked for help with another scheme.

I need to leave for a short while, you understand? The nurse looked at him incredulously, wondering if he was joking. Less than a week ago, he had come out of a coma and now he was planning an escape. No, James, excuse me, but I won’t take such responsibility.

What if something happens to you? What should I do then? Stand trial, Erica objected. Desperation froze in James’s eyes. Well, help me be a human, will you? I’ll sign any document you want about understanding the consequences and relieving the clinic of all responsibility.

Erica shook her head negatively, although she understood in her thoughts that she couldn’t refuse the patient. Grace had been too unpleasant to her, rushing to get rid of her husband, not hesitating in her choice of means and accomplices. Fine, I agree, but only if we go together, okay? It’ll be calmer for both of us.

Just in the evening, a couple of hours before lights out, the nurse suggested and immediately received an affirmative answer. Truth be told, James found it much more convenient himself since he still didn’t walk as confidently as before and could lose his balance at any moment. Okay, Erica, but let’s keep this between us….