Chapter 321
Chapter 321:
Her grin revealed a row of perfect teeth, the golden morning light enhancing her already striking features.
Jeff averted his gaze, his voice unsteady. “The sea of clouds—it’s a rare sight.” His heartbeat quickened, his composure faltering.
Thankfully, Fernanda had already turned away, not noticing his unease.
Jeff exhaled. For the first time in a long while, he felt distinctly unsettled.
Fernanda crossed to the opposite side, her eyes fixed on the ethereal clouds stretching below her. The crisp mountain breeze caressed her skin, invigorating her after a restless night.
She hadn’t slept a wink. By the time she’d considered trying, it was already nearing dawn. Attempting to force a short rest would only leave her feeling worse.
Instead, she chose to stay awake, planning to recover properly once back at the base.
The morning atop the mountain was stunning. Sloane and Bonita couldn’t get enough, eagerly capturing photo after photo with their cameras.
They even called Wendy and Fernanda to join, their irritation from the previous day entirely gone.
As sunlight crept higher, its warmth transformed the mist into gleaming droplets scattered across the landscape. The once-thick sea of clouds dissolved, unveiling a boundless panorama. Verdant peaks emerged, vivid and radiant under the brightening sky.
By mid-morning, hikers began their descent.
Having witnessed both sunset and sunrise, along with the rare sea of clouds, most visitors seemed content.
Jeff tidied their gear beside a nearby bench, leaving it ready for pickup.
The group also prepared to head down, taking a smaller path that veered right. After walking a short distance, they suddenly heard a soft voice calling from behind. “Miss.”
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Turning around, they saw the boy from the day before.
He now wore fresh clothes—corduroy pants and a silver-toned jacket. His face, pale but earnest, was dotted with band-aids, one over a cut near his brow and another at the corner of his eye.
Though battered, his wide, shiny eyes brimmed with innocence as he looked at them.
Behind him, his grandmother encouraged gently, “Go ahead.”
Cradling his arm in a sling, the boy approached Fernanda, bowed deeply, and said earnestly, “Thank you for saving me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. And I also want to say I’m sorry for what I did. Burning your tent was wrong, and I understand my mistake now. I’ll never do it again.”
He then turned to Bobby, bowing again. “I was wrong to throw things at you yesterday. It won’t happen again—I promise.”
Finally, he faced Wendy. “I apologize for being disrespectful. I’ll never act that way again.”
The arrogance he had shown the day before was nowhere to be seen. The boy bowed deeply, his voice carrying the pure, heartfelt tone that only a child could achieve, making him surprisingly likable. Too young to articulate himself with eloquence, his apologies came across as repetitive. Yet, it was this very simplicity that made his genuine remorse impossible to doubt.
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