I rushed down the stairs, not minding if I was stripped. I did my best to dodge the broken pieces of glasses from the chandelier and then proceeded to Ethan's side. I winced when I saw the broken glasses on his back. Good thing it didn't bury down on his flesh, but this is still very alarming.
"Ethan!" I yelled his name and then took his arm. I tried to drag him away, but the chandelier was too f*****g heavy for me to get him out of there. I looked around the area, looking for something that could help me. I noticed a broom and leaning materials that were on the floor. He must have been cleaning the mansion when this accident happened.
A tear streamed down my cheeks, and my heart was pounding crazy since I couldn't find something that could help me get him out of that chandelier above hi
