Chapter 32 You Did Very Well Cynthiaâs face turned pale. Even her lips looked pale.
Seeing that she looked not good, the nurse patted her shoulder and asked carefully, âDoctor Miller, are you all right?â
Cynthia suddenly came back to her sense. She hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed Alstonâs number. When typing the number, her hands were shaking.
Toot, toot, toot...
She held the phone nervously and listened carefully, but there was no response for a long time.
Alstonâs phone couldnât get through!
Cynthia asked the nurse to take care of her mother. Then she strode outside and called Greg as she ran.
After several phone calls, Greg finally picked up her call. She quickly asked, âHas Alston come back yet?â
Gregâs voice was full of seriousness. âMr. Smithâs return flight is at 8 oâclock this evening. Because of the earthquake in Orleans, the flight was canceled. Mr. Smith... he... he is still in Orleans.â
Cynthia felt something exploded in her mind.
Holding the phone tightly with her fingers, she tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down. âI just called him, but I couldnât get in touch with him. Did you get any of his news?â
âI canât get through his call!â Greg replied. He noticed Gregâs nervous tone and quickly soothed her, âDonât worry, Mrs. Smith. I have called the Smith familyâs private jet and arranged for a rescue team to go there. Mr. Smith will come back safely.â
When Cynthia heard this, she became excited. âI want to go there too. When will you leave?â
Greg was awkward when he heard her. There was still the risk of aftershocks in Orleans. If he takes Cynthial and encounters any danger, Alston will not spare him.
âMrs. Smith, itâs too dangerous over there. Stay in Fort and wait for our news. Iâll inform you as soon as I find Mr. Smith.â
Cynthia looked grim. She still kept running. âWhere are you? Iâll be right there.â
When she heard that Greg wanted to dissuade her, she made an excuse that he couldnât refuse. âGreg, you know that Alston has serious cleanliness. Even doctors are hard to get close to him. Iâve taken care of him for so long. He wonât reject me. In case he gets hurt, I can also help with the bandage.â
Greg considered for a moment before he agreed. He asked Cynthia to wait outside the hospital. He sent someone to pick her up.
There is a big apron in the backyard of the Smith family. The flying route had been approved. They can start at any time.
When Cynthia arrived at the Smith family, she found a group of people standing on the apron, including bodyguards, Greg and Hulda!
âSheâs going, too?â Cynthia asked Greg.
Greg was in a dilemma. Before he answered, Huldaâs guilty voice sounded, âI, I wonât go. Iâll stay in Fort to help Alston take charge of the company. Iâll meet you when you come back.â
Her eyes dodged. She was scared, while she still pretended to be calm and thoughtful.
Cynthia sneered. If Alston saw her expression, he would definitely be disappointed. He was in danger in Orleans while Hulda didnât even have the courage to look for him. Alston was really stupid to love her.
Cynthia didnât say anything. She followed Greg and strode up the jet. She put a middle finger through the window towards Hulda.
When the plane took off, Hulda saw her and was so angry but helpless.
After flying for nearly two hours, the jet finally landed slowly.
When Cynthia looked down through the window, she saw many buildings in Orleans collapse. Many places were directly in ruins, looking desolate and miserable.
She was distraught and worried about Alston.
After getting off the plane, Greg protected her to Alstonâs location.
Along the way, some older houses collapsed and were completely reduced to ruins. Although the modern.
highârise buildings did not collapse, the stairs were full of cracks and crumbling.
Medical staff and soldiers came to the rescue in a hurry, looking very anxious. Some people knelt in the ruins.
and frantically dug slates with their hands, trying to rescue their buried relatives and friends.
The sight of these scenes made everyone feel depressed and grim.
Orleans, which used to be prosperous, was reduced to purgatory on earth in an instant.
Cynthia grabbed Greg nervously. She constantly looked around for Alstonâs figure, âGreg, he will be fine, right?â
The situation at the scene was more severe than they expected. Greg also began to worry about Alston. âMr. Smithâs mobile phone has a GPS. As long as he has it with him, we can find him soon. Donât worry, Mrs.
Smith.â
Then the locator came out with a short beep. Greg and Cynthia listen to it carefully.
âI found Mr. Smithâs phone!â
The bodyguard picked up a black mobile phone from the ruins. Cynthia recognized it was Alstonâs phone, which brought her heart in her mouth.
âThe phone ran out of charge. It powered off automatically.â Greg operated the phone and said to Cynthia, âMr. Smith should be around here. Letâs look for him.â
âLetâs find it separately. It will be faster.â Cynthia said. She turned around and looked for Alston in the crowd, shouting his name while looking for him.
After searching for half an hour, she couldnât find him.
Cynthia was anxious and impatient. Suddenly, he was hit in the back. A man covered in mess ran anxiously opposite the injured man. He shouted, âHelp! Thereâs a man whose hand seems to be broken. He needs to be patched up.â
There were only a few doctors who came to the rescue, and the situation at the scene was serious. At that time, no one came.
Cynthia reacted and hurriedly shouted, âIâm a doctor. I can patch him up. Lay him down.â
The man quickly followed her words. Cynthia found clean bandages and medicines from her medicine cabinet. She stop his bleeding and cleaned up other wounds on the injured. Fortunately, it had entered late autumn. The weather was cool and the wound had not festered.
After dealing with that injured man, one after another people were rescued. Cynthia was busy helping to make some simple bandages.
As time passed and when the last patientâs wound was handled, Cynthia became relaxed. She suddenly felt dizzy and unconsciously fell back.
When she thought she would fall to the ground severely, she suddenly fell into a wide embrace, and the familiar smell lingered on her nose.
The man hurriedly took a few steps back with her in his arms. Suddenly a slate fell from where she had just stood.
Cynthia looked at the cracks smashed out of the ground, she felt as if she experienced death for a while..
She was too pale. The man holding her gently patted her shoulder and coaxed, âRelax. Relax. Itâs okay.â
Cynthia looked up and met Alstonâs nervous eyes. She finally was relieved and her tears burst out instantly.
âWhere have you been? Iâve called you so many times. Do you know how I worried about you?â Cynthia cried fiercely and couldnât stop her tears. She wiped her tears desperately but she couldnât wipe them all clean.
She looked like a fost child. The moment she saw him, she felt like she had found her place.
Alstonâs turbulent feelings in his heart finally got out of control. He held her head with his hand and held her tightly in his arms.
âIâm sorry. Itâs my fault. I shouldnât let you worry. You did very well just now.â
He always thought that Cynthia was weak and needed protection. When watching her deal with the wounded calmly, he found that she had such a strong heart, which made her more attractive.
He couldnât help but want to hide and didnât want anyone to take her.
Cynthia tightly grabbed his waist with her slender arms. Her tears fell into his neck, and the scorching temperature was directly coming to his heart.
All people who came to Orleans were trusted by Alston. He didnât have to worry about being monitored by Clare.
Alston missed Cynthia so much. He held her in his arms tightly, feeling that his whole heart was occupied with her!