Chapter 43
Chapter 43: Conversation 023, Returning Yours (1)
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The afternoon sun was unusually hot, and even the warm sea breeze could not temper the scorching heat.
Flossie Wright, being "dragged" ashore, slightly furrowed her brows. Her body submerged in the water was cold to the bone, but everything above her shoulders was exposed to the glaring sun. The fierce sun striking her skin created a stark contrast between the burning sensation and the icy coldness of her legs.
Under such an intense sun, her emotions inadvertently grew a little lazy. Flossie squinted slightly. The dazzling light high in the sky reflected in her eyes, leaving multilayers of shadows on her retinas.
Suddenly, the bright light in front of her disappeared as a figure blocked the downpour of sunlight. Her vision, suddenly plunged into darkness, became blurred for a moment. She unknowingly glanced upward and noticed the tall figure of Glenn Hutchinson through her cloudy vision. Her eyes instinctively blinked at the discomfort. The next moment, Glenn bent over, scooped her up, and carried her straight towards the beach across the shallow waters.
Having grown accustomed to this kind of "carriage," Flossie did not resist at all.
However, this scene was like a thorn piercing the heart of Rowdy Brightwill, causing an inexplicable discomfort.
"How is she?"
Seeing Glenn carrying Flossie to the shore, Rowdy was the first one to approach them. Despite intentionally putting on a stern face when asking, he could not hide the concern in his gaze.
"She cramped up, almost drowned." Glenn answered briefly, his indifferent gaze falling on Drake Easton who had followed closely, "Inform the others."
"Yes!" Drake stood straight and responded earnestly.
When it came to people with higher ranks than him, Drake would subconsciously stick to the rules, treating every statement as an order.
Rowdy glanced at him with some contempt, his expression hinting some frustration. Glenn wasn’t from their Marine Corps, why should they have to obey him?
However, Drake, who was the recipient of Rowdy’s gaze, felt confused. Without any mutual understanding, the two were unable to share the same thoughts. Therefore, without a second thought, he dove into the water to inform Abram Phillips and the others who were searching for Flossie.
The only person who could stand by his side had suddenly sided with Glenn, causing Rowdy to grow progressively agitated. His gaze shot harshly at Glenn and inadvertently paused briefly on Flossie, "Put her down."
As if Glenn hadn’t heard him, he kept on walking towards the distant beach without giving Rowdy a glance.
Rowdy’s suppressed emotions suddenly burst out, and his face darkened abruptly. What made him even more furious was that the female soldiers’ eyes seemed to glaze over when they saw Glenn and their legs trembled as they followed.
The distance of a kilometer was not far. As Abram and his group were searching outwards along the diameter, their range of departure was relatively reasonable. Drake soon informed everyone, and a group of women in camouflage swam over from the sea.
Indeed, when he reached the coast, Abram was quite upset with Flossie. If she couldn’t swim, she should’ve just said it. Blindly diving in, cramping up, and almost drowning was one thing. But if Flossie had really lost her life, it wouldn’t have been a joke.
While accidents do happen in training, those usually occur in units with high-intensity training. But in the Forces, to have someone get killed in training would just be a joke... and the blame and punishment he, as an instructor, would face for that would be unimaginable.
— End of Chapter 43 —