Chapter 315
Chapter 315:
Luckily, it was a slope rather than a sheer drop—if it had been a cliff, the boy would have been in grave danger.
Fernanda flicked on her phone’s flashlight, but its faint glow was insufficient to light up the area and reveal where the boy had landed. After a brief pause, she decided to slide down the slope.
As she descended, Wendy, who had rushed out of the tent, saw Fernanda and gasped in horror. “Fernanda!”
“It’s alright. Stay up there and be ready to help!” Fernanda’s voice called from the slope below.
The woman looked at the steep, seemingly endless slope, and her head spun. She collapsed to the ground, feeling overwhelmed.
“My grandson!” She cried, her sobs wracking her body. “My goodness! What should I do if something happens to you?”
Jeff and the rest were jolted awake, rushing over to Wendy to find out what was happening.
Wendy, standing at the cliff’s edge with a pale expression, coldly gazed down. “The boy fell down the slope, and Fernanda went to search for him.”
Bonita and Sloane both gasped at once.
Bobby was ready to dash down, but Wendy quickly stopped him.
“What are you going to do down there?” Wendy shot him a cold look. “Don’t make things worse.”
“I need to find Fernanda,” Bobby said desperately. “If something happens to her, Cristian will kill me!”
“She’ll be fine,” Wendy said with surprising calmness. “Fernanda knows what she’s doing. She’ll make it back. Finding the boy is tough enough. If you go down and get lost, we’ll have to search for you as well.”
Jeff had already contacted the rescue team, explaining the situation and the location, urging them to hurry.
The woman’s cries, blending with the howling wind, sent a chill through everyone.
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Wendy stood at the cliff’s edge, the biting wind almost toppling her. Dressed only in a sweatshirt and pants, she didn’t feel the cold at all. Her mind was completely fixed on Fernanda, unable to focus on anything else. It was as though her senses had shut down.
Suddenly, she felt something on her shoulder. When she turned, she saw Bobby placing his coat over her.
“I don’t need it,” Wendy said, taking off the coat.
“Just put it on. I’m not cold,” Bobby insisted, his teeth chattering and his voice trembling.
“You can go wait in the tent,” Wendy said, looking at him.
“No way, I’m staying right here with you,” Bobby quickly shot back. “I need to see her come back up.”
Jeff stepped closer to the cliff’s edge but saw nothing but darkness below, an endless void that seemed to go on forever.
“How did the tent catch fire?” Jeff asked, turning to Wendy.
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