Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 800

Chapter 800:

They kept stumbling, as though trapped in quicksand. Despite their efforts, they hadn’t moved even half a meter. In desperation, the three of them decided to clear a path for Joelle first.

Another avalanche rumbled down, and Joelle clung tightly to Adrian’s hand.

Tears were brimming in her eyes now. She couldn’t leave him, not when they had just rescued him.

“At least one of us can make it, Joelle! Go, please!” Adrian pleaded.

Joelle shook her head. If this was where they were destined to die, she wanted to be with Adrian in the end.

A loud crash echoed through the air, and another avalanche slammed into the cabin. Before Joelle could react, she was shoved out of the way and pushed toward the cleared path.

Joelle tumbled down the slope, rolling for an uncertain distance before landing in a patch of thinner snow. Her body on the verge of collapse, she lay sprawled on the snow with her eyes shut until a piercing eagle’s cry jolted them open.

Never before had Joelle felt such awe and fear of nature. The snow on the mountain seemed endless, and the avalanche thundered down in massive sheets. For miles around, there was no sign or sound of anyone.

It took eight hours for the rescue team to find Joelle. When she awoke, the first thought on her mind was Adrian.

“Where is he?” she asked, her voice fragile.

Callan stood before her, his head bowed. His silence spoke volumes.

“I need to find him!” Joelle declared, her voice desperate.

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Callan stopped her. “I’m sorry, but you’re in no condition to join the rescue operation, Mrs. Miller. I must take you back to [Ilerith] to keep you safe.”

“No! I’m staying! Alive or dead, I will find him. He’s still there, Callan. I can’t just leave him!” Joelle’s voice cracked with determination.

She tried to climb out of bed, but the room spun around her as she moved. Her legs were numb from the cold, and no matter how hard she hit them, she felt no pain.

Her breathing hitched as panic crept inside her. It took a moment before she finally calmed down, and then tears streamed down her face, the helplessness crushing her heart.

“Find him, Callan. Please, you have to get him out of there, no matter what.”

Joelle had rarely humbled herself to beg anyone in her life. Even when Aurora was kidnapped by Lucian, she hadn’t once lowered her head in desperation. She had always believed that the path of righteousness would be difficult, but the law should never bend to lawlessness. Yet, when faced with the wrath of nature and the precipice of death, human strength seemed laughably small.

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