Chapter 1557

Miley rowed the boat with desperate determination, her gaze fixed on the direction of the sunset.

Observing Bertha trembling, Miley removed her coat and dr@ped it over her.

“Please hang on.

We’ll reach safety soon.

”

With her eyes closed, Bertha’s mind felt tangled in chaos.

As she opened her eyes in a daze, she was met with the sight of Miley’s concerned expression.

She said in a weak voice, “You’re a good girl.

If you manage to escape, you could be Neville’s girlfriend.

”

Miley was shocked, tears flowing ceaselessly down her cheeks.

Yet amidst the torrent of emotions, she knew this wasn’t the moment for sentimentality.

She mustered her strength, brushing away the tears, and whispered to Bertha, “Stay quiet.

Conserve your energy.

I’ll get you out of here.

”

Silently, Bertha fixed her gaze upon Miley, her eyes brimming with a tender affection that needed no words to convey.

The day’s events left her with a profound realization-there was nothing more crucial than the simple gift of life itself.

Miley’s assistance thawed Bertha’s heart, easing the grip of her obsession with the prosperity of Pierce Group, and granting her a newfound perspective.

As her surroundings blurred into obscurity, Bertha’s eyelids fluttered shut, succumbing to unconsciousness in a faint.

Observing Bertha’s state, Miley felt her anxiety mount.

With quickened steps, she pressed onward, yearning for rescue to arrive swiftly.

Fortunately, her navigation proved true, and the boat reached shore before long.

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon Miley’s shoulders.

With a weary sigh, she cast aside the paddle and gasped for breath, her chest heaving with each labored inhalation.

After regaining her composure, Miley turned to face Bertha.

“It’s time to wake up.

We’re

here…”

Yet, despite her persistent calls, Bertha remained unresponsive.

With a determined resolve, Miley struggled to lift Bertha off the boat, her mind racing in search of aid.

Before long, a group of fishermen came into view, their silhouettes emerging from the mist, drawing closer to Miley’s location.

Miley hastened towards them, her urgency palpable.

“Excuse me.

My grandmother had an emergency and we Lost our phones.

Would you mind letting me borrow your phone? I need to make a call.

”

Moved by her disheveled appearance, one of the fishermen readily offered his phone without hesitation.

Grateful, Miley dialed for assistance with haste.

Upon completing the call, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around and found that Bertha was still unconscious.