I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World Chapter 106 – Chapter 106: Chapter 96: The Song of Devils and Angels l

Chapter 106: Chapter 96: The Song of Devils and Angels l

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It took Carrie Thomas five seconds to process what Harrison Clark said, but by the time she did, he had already opened the door and jumped out of the car, dragging Susan Lambert from the driver's seat to the ground.

Carrie instinctively got out of the car and followed. Her head was still a bit groggy, but she saw the burning motorcycle with billowing smoke behind her, as well as the mess of vehicles from the pile-up.

She was still a bit dizzy and her mind wasn't turning very fast, but she finally managed to react and realized that she hadn't died.

“What are you waiting for? Call the police!”

Harrison pressed down on various parts of Susan Lambert to check her body conditions, confirming that she was only unconscious and not dead. He looked up at Carrie, who still hadn't reacted, and scolded her.

Carrie nodded and fumbled for her phone.

Just as she pulled out her phone, Harrison lunged over, his hands like a fish swimming up under her clothes.

Carrie instinctively cried out, “What are you doing?”

“Never mind me. Call the police! I'm checking for fractures or internal injuries.”

Carrie broke free, “No, I'm okay. I just hit my head.”

Harrison swiftly reached out to grab her face, his fingers cracking open her eyelids to check her eyes for signs of intracranial bleeding.

Thank God, there was none.

“You seem fine, but don't let your guard down. I'm going back over there now. After you call the police, stay here. Don't move. Wait for the ambulance.”

Having said that, Harrison turned around and ran off.

Carrie called the police with trembling hands, trying to calm herself down as she described the dangerous situation to the officers, all the while watching Harrison's retreating figure.

“Miss Carrie Thomas, we have confirmed your report and thank you for your cooperation. Please wait where you are. We will get to the scene as soon as possible.”

After the dispatcher hung up, Carrie finally had a chance to think quietly again.

She recalled Harrison's previous call and the hazy moments when he miraculously entered the car after breaking the window with his fists, right after she had been injured in the crash and despaired to the point of feeling cold and numb.

She was still groggy and dazed at the time, but somehow, seeing Harrison in the driver's seat, her heart had calmed down.

It didn't matter if it was heaven after death; she had found her peace.

A thousand questions raced through her mind.

She remembered that it was the express elevated highway to the airport, so Harrison must have been riding a motorcycle in the wrong direction.

He must have known about the accident beforehand.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked his life like this. What had happened?

Carrie didn't stay put as instructed. Instead, she grabbed Susan Lambert's phone, called Susan's brother, and then ran after Harrison.

Running to Harrison's side, she had many questions to ask, but remained silent.

Because Harrison, the instigator, was now acting as a rescue worker, helping to remove the injured from the vehicles.

“1'11 help.”

She approached.

“Thank you.” Harrison glanced back, only to realize it was her, and angrily said, “Didn't I tell you to stay put! If you… never mind. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“All right.”

Seven minutes later, all the incapacitated injured people had been rescued by Harrison and other good Samaritans.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, or maybe these innocent people caught up in the accident were just lucky, but of the nearly 30 individuals from 12 vehicles, not one was seriously injured.

Only one person suffered minor arm fractures.

This person was indeed very lucky. As the driver of the second car in the chain collision, they were wedged between two large vehicles. Their car was badly deformed, trapping them inside, but they miraculously avoided any critical injuries.

Less than 10 seconds after Harrison forced the car door open and pulled him out, the luxurious car caught fire and ignited the surrounding vehicles.

In any case, he survived.

Bruised and sweaty, Harrison sat on the ground, gasping for air. His left sleeve was stained with blood from the wound on his arm.

There were several cuts and scrapes on his palms, and a large lump with an inch-long gash was now visible on his head, which was leaking a trickle of blood.

Exhausted, Carrie sat beside him, her finger on Susan Lambert's pulse, always keeping an eye on it.

“Thank you,” Carrie hesitated to say.

Harrison leaned back against the railing, laying down. “You're welcome. It's what I should do.”

Carrie thought that perhaps it wasn't.

Even the best of friends wouldn't necessarily go to such lengths to help someone, let alone succeed in doing so.

Carrie looked at the turn not far ahead, less than 300 meters away, and was sure that if Harrison hadn't arrived in time, both she and Susan Lambert would have been doomed.

“How did you know we were going to crash?”

Carrie finally asked.

Harrison chuckled, “If I told you it's because my right eyelid twitched non-stop after I got off the plane, would you believe me?”

Carrie:

“Left for luck, right for disaster? That accurate?” Probably ten seconds of silence later, she replied.

Harrison shrugged, “Better to believe in it than not.”

Carrie asked, “So you borrowed a motorcycle to come over?”

Harrison: “No, to be more precise, I stole it.”

Police sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer and closer.

Harrison smiled again, “No major casualties occurred, but the event I got myself caught up in is definitely a big deal. I wonder how long I'll be sentenced for. Anyway, first, let me give you a surprise.”Carrie Thomas had no idea what he was going to do, her mind filled with confusion.

Harrison Clark suddenly jumped up and ran back to the X3, taking down the guitar he had noticed earlier.

He didn't have time to explain much to Carrie.

A freshly baked “criminal” stood not far from the accident scene he had created, facing the raging flames, his back to the wailing sirens, playing and singing “The Fire” as if no one was around.

Such a fitting scene.

Carrie was captivated by the music.

As soon as he finished playing, a police car arrived.

The driver he had saved earlier cautiously approached him, holding his injured arm, and gave him a thumbs-up with his uninjured hand, “Bro, you're awesome! Thanks! I really want to thank you properly someday.”

Harrison ignored him and asked Carrie, “Is the melody I made for your song all right?”

Carrie asked, “So your purpose in coming here was to play and sing this song for me?”

Harrison nodded, “Yes, it's a pity there's only one guitar. Actually, I've already finished all the arrangements. I'll give them to you when I have chance.”

“Every note has touched the depths of my soul. I've never heard such a great song in my life, and I can't imagine ever writing such a great melody. Are you an angel sent by God to save me?”

Harrison felt there was something off in her gaze, an indescribable sense in it.

This made him uneasy, not knowing how to respond, so he just blurted out, “No, you can definitely write better, and you must! You have to believe in your talent.”

“I believe in your talent even more.”

“Then you should trust my judgment. I think you're stronger than me. You're just accumulating strength for a breakthrough, and you need an opportunity.” “Is today's incident that opportunity?”

“Not really, uh, well, writing songs is personal, so I can't say. You'll have to think it over for yourself. Let's not talk about it for now.”

Just in time, the man eager to express his gratitude for being saved interrupted, saving Harrison from the awkward conversation.

“Bro, can I get your contact information?”

Harrison shook his head, looked at the passing police officers and said loudly, “No need, you'll definitely come find me later.”

A crowd of victims swarmed from the front, and the driver of the first car involved in the accident tearfully accused the reckless motorcycle driver of having no sense of humanity.

This man was quite articulate. In just a few seconds, he detailed how the motorcycle had traveled in the wrong direction, drifted, and the rider had abandoned it, causing it to flip and eventually explode.

“Damn! That motorcycle jerk is so heartless! I was wondering why there was a burning motorcycle in the middle of the road. So that's what happened.”

The man with the broken hand joined in cursing the motorcycle rider.

Harrison laughed and said loudly, “I'm the motorcycle jerk.”

“Uh…”

The man was suddenly speechless.

Harrison turned to Carrie and said, “I'm gonna go now. The police will definitely come to take your statement later. Just tell them what really happened.”

After saying that, he walked forward. Carrie grabbed the hem of his clothes, “Harrison…”

“It's all right. I can't run away from the consequences of my actions, can I?” Shaking off Carrie's hand, Harrison walked to the front and said, “Officer, I'm the motorcycle driver.”

Click.

Handcuffed.

Three days later, Harrison walked out of the big iron gate alone.

Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, Ward Owen, Susan Lambert, and her brother Julia Lambert were waiting for him outside.

With powerful figures vouching for him, full compensation paid, and the most seriously injured victim choosing to forgive, the situation was resolved more easily than Harrison had imagined.

The compensation plan itself wasn't complicated.

The owner of the motorcycle, upon learning the cause of the incident, only asked for twice its value—600,000.

The cost of highway maintenance, accident aftermath, and miscellaneous expenses totaled 770,000.

For the 12 vehicles involved in the accident, valued at a total of 3,380,000, the owner of the most valuable luxury car, the one who had suffered a fracture, voluntarily forgave and didn't ask for any money. Harrison paid the full value of the others' vehicles, a total of 2,130,000.

The total medical expenses, lost wages, and mental distress compensation for all victims amounted to 1,640,000.

In principle, he should have been detained for three to six months, but since he also saved a person, showed good compensation and repentance, and turned himself in voluntarily, among other reasons, he was released on bail awaiting trial, and it was estimated that there would be no further pursuit of charges.

Of course, these were the official explanations.

Harrison knew that the real reason the situation was resolved so cleanly was thanks to the tireless efforts of Avril Green and Ward Owen.

Heaven only knows how many favors the two had to call in.

“Master! I was scared to death!” Ward Owen exclaimed, running to Harrison before anyone else.

Harrison stepped aside, unable to stand the heavy affection of the big-bellied man.

“All right, all right, be calm and composed.”

Ward Owen continued to wail, “I watched the car's onboard monitoring, and Master, when you jumped up and smashed the window, it was so badass! Just like a Hollywood movie! I can't calm down! I can't be composed!”

Harrison broke free of his embrace, feeling as if he was wrapped in layers of fat.

Ward Owen continued to shout, “Master, let's start a business together! Let's go make action movies! You know, with fire and lightning all the way!”

Harrison laughed, “I was thinking the same thing. Let's go into business together, but not movies, just songs. I'll write songs for you and turn you into a true superstar!”

Ward Owen was speechless, “Ah? You…you're just trying to repay my kindness? There's no need, Avril did most of the work, and I just ran errands behind her.”

Harrison looked at Avril, “Thank you.”

Avril's eyes lingered on Harrison's face for a few seconds before drifting to Carrie's face, and she shook her head politely, “No need to thank me. It's what I should do..”

Chapter end