Chapter 287
Chapter 287 Episode 036 Why You’re Not The One Who Died (4)
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In the end, soldiers are quite simple-minded; they do not make a fuss over small matters. Even if these people were only going through the motions, the expressions on their faces gradually softened.
As for Flossie, she also let go of the woman she had been holding onto. By this time, the woman had been frightened pale and could not utter a single word.
"They’re back!"
In no time, amidst the increasingly raging wind and rain, a wave of excitement rippled through the crowd on the beach.
They’re back!
In the tumultuous waves, one could vaguely see figures in oceanic camouflage gradually swimming from the sea. Some were carrying other people in their arms.
At that moment, countless people heaved sighs of relief. If it hadn’t been for Bard Walker’s strict orders, they probably would have all run towards to greet them.
"My precious!"
Soon, everyone made it to the shore one after another. Joyous cries rang out from the crowd; there were four people brought back. This caused a surge of excitement and apprehension among the parents. As they rushed towards their children, their hearts simultaneously filled with hope that their child might be one of the rescued and fear that it might not be.
In that instant, all the parents were in a frenzy. As they recognized the faces of their children, there were tears and laughter. Some even knelt down before the soldiers who had saved their children, sobbing uncontrollably. When they held their children, they almost suffocated them with their embrace. Those children who had been scared to the point of ashen faces and barely escaped with their lives, let their annoying parents hold them. A couple even couldn’t help but burst into loud sobs.
However, there were others who, after having searched the crowd, could not find their children, including the woman that Flossie had grabbed earlier. Seeing that everyone else’s children had returned while their own were nowhere in sight, despair spread over them and their grief intensified. They slumped to the ground, incapable of moving, sobbing uncontrollably, their despair clear to see.
Loud crying and laughter, sadness, and joy formed a stark contrast on the beach.
The parents who suggested going out to sea had become the target of public criticism. Almost everyone was hurling insults at them, and if it hadn’t been for a few soldiers restraining the crowd, they would have been beaten up.
The accused parents, unable to retort, just sat together, dazed, facing the sea. As they were bombarded with hurling insults and criticisms, their hearts were filled with guilt and worry, hopelessly waiting for someone to bring their child ashore.
All they wanted was to have their child back, alive. They hadn’t given up on anything else.
Using this opportunity, Flossie asked around to learn about the situation. After all, she hadn’t been involved in the mission from the beginning, so she wasn’t aware of the details.
Out of gratitude for Flossie’s earlier actions, no one withheld any information. They told her the story straightforwardly, albeit concisely.
The situation was basically that a freshman who had recently gotten his yachting license, along with some money from his family, bought a yacht. Unthinkably, overcome by excitement, the student invited his good friends to sail with him.
They had not expected; several consecutive days of torrential rain had delayed their trip. The moment the rain stopped this morning, they couldn’t wait and jumped onto the yacht straightaway. By the time their parents discovered, it was already too late. Not long after, they received a distress call that their yacht had capsized in the middle of a tornado.
— End of Chapter 287 —