Her voice got fainter with each word.
Darkness encroached Raeganâs consciousness, her breathing seemingly stifled.
She felt completely drained.
Raegan felt she lacked the strength to speak anymore.
She seemed to be doomed this day.
Through the dimming consciousness, she could still hear Misaelâs cries.
At the moment she felt submerged by the landslide, Raegan thought about all the people she hadnât had the chance to bid farewell to.
Her father, her brother, Nicole, Elin, Annis⦠And Mitchel.
She regretted not having directly replied to his question.
If only she had expressed her Longing for himâ¦
Before losing consciousness, Raegan managed to force a smile.
If her life was to end alone, she wished her final expression in this world would be a smile.
Did fear grip her at this moment? Indeed, fear overwhelmed her.
Not merely fear, but a deep regret for not bidding farewell to those dear to her.
Yet, if given another chance, Raegan knew for sure she wouldnât Leave Misael behind.
Despite the odds, she would still make the effort.
At the airport in Mccarthy.
Mitchel, in his sharp black suit, standing tall like a sturdy pine, holding a bouquet of red roses.
His elegant attire clashed oddly with the romantic gesture of the flowers.
Luis had advised sending flowers was the wise start of pursuing girls.
Mitchel didnât tell Raegan he got to the airport in Mccarthy ahead of time, planning to catch the same flight back home with her.
He had arranged for Matteo to stay in Ardlens for Janeyâs safety.
As soon as Mitchel activated his phone after his land, it was bombarded with missed calls and alerts.
Among the flood of messages, an urgent news alert caught his attention.
âA huge landslide hit Burwood, forcing people to evacuate.
We donât know how many casualties there are yetâ¦â
Mitchel froze.
The roses slipped from his grip and fell to the floor.
Petals spread out everywhere.
Mitchel hurriedly left the airport.
In Burwood.
At the site of the calamity.
Mitchel stood silently at the edge, his presence radiating a dignified, solitary coldness.
The scene in front of him looked nothing like the quaint village Raegan had depicted in her photos.
What confronted him was a landscape of mud, stones, and wreckage â complete ruin.
Mitchel felt shattered.
âRaeganâ¦â He seemed unable to bear it any longer and collapsed to his knees, his mind praying for Raeganâs safety.
The two elite guards arranged by Mitchel for Raeganâs safety, now covered in dust, approached Mitchel and reported in a dry, raspy voice, âMr.
Dixon, weâve searched this whole area and found no sign of Miss Fosterâ¦â
The disaster had been ferocious.
Yet, due to effective emergency response, casualties were minimized.
The villageâs population was small to begin with.