Chapter 487

Chapter 487

Larro.

Government Officials Neigborhood.

In the living room, Mrs. Wright was watching the news of the disaster.

Almost every TV station was reporting news of the earthquake.

Before she had a chance to turn off the TV, Jenna had rushed over.

She was wearing a pink nightie, a pair of pink slippers on her feet, her

long, messy hair draped down her back, her face anxious and

panicked, "Godmother, will Brayden be okay? Will Sylvia be okay? Will

my godfather and the others be okay?"

Mrs. Wright soothed her, "Silly child, calm down. It's going to be all

right.”

Jenna, whose mind was full of them at the moment, simply couldn't

calm down.

"Godmother, I'm so worried. The disaster area is so dangerous ..."

Just then, the report came on the TV again.

[Hello, everyone, this is Larro's front-line reporter. I'm bringing you live

coverage from Southwest Town, the most severe disaster-stricken

area.]

[As you can see, Southwest Town is in ruins. The whole town was

destroyed. Some of the villagers were rescued and put into tents on top

of the hill. Inside the tents were supplies sent by SouthStar Airlines and

Maskelyne Group and supplies given by people from all over the

country including medical supplies sent by Lilypad General Hospital,

and medical staff from other hospitals across the country.]

[Even so, Due to the bad weather and aftershocks, supplies are

running low. Southwest Town is a remote area and about 10 kilometers

away is a deep mountain area, so there is no autumn here and it turns

into winter directly. And now it is the transfer time of autumn and winter.

It is still autumn outside, while Southwest Town is already winter. It's

very cold here, and supplies are seriously lacking.]

[At this time, the state has sent many soldiers over to rescue the

victims. It is raining heavily every day here, adding difficulties to the

rescue work, Mr. Maskelyne of Maskelyne Group, and Mrs. Maskelyne

arrived at the disaster area to rescue as soon as possible, and now

they have brought people into the hardest stricken area. Now all the

electricity and water in Southwest Town are destroyed, but I am

standing on a high slope, so I can barely get a signal. I hope Mr.

Maskelyne and Mrs. Maskelyne are safe and sound. Oh my goodness,

Mr. Brayden Wright has brought another team into the hardest stricken

area. What is he going to do? Is he going to find Mr. Maskelyne and

Mrs. Maskelyne?

With a scream from the reporter, the camera switched to Brayden. He

wore a thin black raincoat. The clattering rain washed his body hard.

His raincoat was covered with mud, the rain shoes on his feet were

also muddy, and he did not look at all like the nobleman he used to be.

He led more than a dozen people in the direction of the hardest-hit

areas, and the reporter ran out of the car and chased after him.

"Mr. Wright! Mr. Wright!"

The reporter called out hastily, and Brayden stopped and looked toward

him.

"Mr. Wright, is Mr. Maskelyne and Mrs. Maskelyne in touch now,

please?"

"No." Brayden said in a deep voice, his handsome face stained with a

few drops of mud, "Franklin and my aunt will be lucky and will be fine."

When he finished, he raised his hand to wipe the mud off his face,

"Excuse me, I must rush over."

"Yes, yes, good luck. And good luck to Mr. Maskelyne and Mrs.

Maskelyne." The reporter hurriedly looked at the camera, "In front of

the disaster, we humans are really too weak. Mr. Wright is really good!

Here, I call on all the viewers in front of the TV, I hope you can donate

some money or supplies.”

Only after the reporter stopped reporting in real time did he realize

something and say to the photographer, “What did Mr. Wright say? His

aunt? Sylvia was his aunt?"

The photographer also looked puzzled, "You heard wrong, right?"

"No..."

They were live-streaming, and now there was no video recording in this

poor situation.

What the two didn't know was that the audience in front of the TV was

abuzz at the moment.

Twitter was overwhelmed with news of the disaster area, and many

volunteers ran to the disaster area to provide support.

There were still countless people who were concerned about the

disaster area.

And Brayden's aunt ... appeared on the trending list.

[Sylvia is my aunt?]

[Mr. Wright was so cute when he said Sylvia was his aunt.]

[My aunt and my best friend became a couple]

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Wright tweeted, "Sylvia and I see each

other as sisters, so she's my son's aunt. I hope everyone will pay more

attention to the disaster area. Thank you."

After she tweeted she saw Jenna beside her, the little girl watching the

TV with a pale face.

She looked at the scene of the disaster area above the TV and just felt

as if a huge thunderbolt had come down in her head.

It made her head dizzy, and the world seemed to enter the post-

apocalyptic world in a second.

She never knew that disaster was so terrible.

Countless desperate faces and countless cries for help stimulated her.

Especially when she saw a five-year-old child lying cold in the mud

before Brayden picked it up and put it into the coffin, she almost

collapsed.

She watched the mother kneeling in the mud, howling so helplessly and

so sadly.

She could no longer hold back the tears that slid down her eyes.

She suddenly understood why Brayden, Sylvia and Franklin, were the

first to go to the disaster area.

Instantly!

A sorrowful feeling surged through her chest, and she bit her lower lip

as she rushed towards the stairs.

When she came down again, she had changed her clothes.

With her long hair tied up high, she wore simple black jeans and a

black down jacket, and a pair of black Martin boots on her feet.

She carried a suitcase filled with clothes and food.

Mrs. Wright walked up to her and looked at her with a shocked face,

"Jenna, what are you doing?"

"Godmother, I'm going to find Brayden and Sylvia and the others."

Jenna's tears flowed down her cheeks and her voice was low as if she

was murmuring, “I couldn't stand by and watch them in danger in a

disaster area while I sat at home."

"Jenna, Sylvia is strong. You are so skinny, what can you do if you go?"

Mrs. Wright said bitterly.

Her husband and son were in the disaster area, and if there was a

tragedy ... She couldn't think about it. She really didn't want Jenna to

go, and she didn't want to bear losing her family.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and tears

welled up in her eyes, "Jenna, listen to me and don't go."

"Godmother, I'm grown up and not a little girl anymore. Brayden and

Sylvia are there, and I don't want to see them in danger. I don't want to

just hide behind all of them anymore, I want to do my part for the

disaster area, for them too. I want to face it together with them and bear

it together. No matter what happens, I want to be with them!"

"Not to mention the fact that there are so many displaced families

inside the disaster area. Godmother, I want to go ... I really want to go. I

just wanna be of help to Brayden and Sylvia."