The agile bodyguard swiftly tackled Grace Yakov to the ground just as the already dilapidated house collapsed in front of them with a roar, crushing everything within.
The rising thick smoke obscured the sky.
"Madam, are you alright?" The butler, pale with fright, hurried to Grace Yakov, who was lying on the ground, as soon as he came to his senses.
He tried to pull her up but discovered that one of her feet was buried in the rubble.
If the bodyguard who had entered first hadn't reacted swiftly and tackled her in time, she might have been buried in these ruins by now.
"Madam, just bear with it for a moment; we will take you to the hospital right away." The butler moved the wooden board off Grace's foot and helped her up.
"I'm fine. What about everyone else? Is everyone okay?" Grace's face was devoid of any color as she asked the butler, still shaken by the memory of the incident.
