Chapter 957
Chapter 957 But My Heart Aches (1)_1
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On the cliff stood four people.
The unsettled Nathan Foster, the panic-stricken Mia Lawson, and the utterly astounded little nurse.
Glenn Hutchinson at the edge of the cliff.
His sturdy and upright body was wrapped in an army uniform, angular and particularly distinct. His handsome face seemed to be frosted over, his deep, dark eyes concealing danger, with a hint of burning rage visible within.
An overwhelming aura, a dangerous vibe, a shocking force of intimidation.
"Captain Hutchinson."
After some thought, Nathan maintained a distance and cautiously greeted him.
His gaze fixed on the area below, Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was ice-cold, "Rope."
Blinking in confusion, Nathan hesitated for a moment before realizing what he meant. He hurriedly brought a new rope over, ready to lower it down to pull Flossie Wright up.
But before he could start, Glenn Hutchinson swiftly took the rope, securely tied it, and then threw it down the cliffside, landing it right beside Flossie Wright.
At the center of the cliff.
Flossie Wright stood firmly on a ledge of the cliff, wondering if there was any reaction from above when she saw a rope falling beside her.
Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head slightly to look up at the cliff, and a familiar silhouette instantly came into view.
She couldn’t help but pause in surprise.
Associating this with the last phone call, Flossie, although shocked, didn’t stay put and reached out to grab the rope.
Because they were not using an ascender and had only one rope, they opted for a thicker cable rather than the thin climbing ropes unsuitable for freehand climbing.
The cable was much thicker than the climbing rope, providing enough friction to reduce difficulty and decrease the risk of accidents.
It was because the cable was not easily broken that Nathan only gave it a cursory check instead of a careful one.
Both hands took hold of the rope, but as soon as her left hand tightened its grip, a sharp pain shot through it.
The pain made her furrow her brows tightly.
Previously, she hadn’t noticed, but now aware of the pain and looking carefully, she saw her blood-soaked fingers.
In her urgent attempt to grab the rock face and slow her fall, she hadn’t been careful, not expecting her five fingers to be scraped with wounds against the rocks, dirt and debris ingraining the cuts, filthy and bleeding steadily.
Flossie Wright’s brow furrowed tightly.
Not for any other reason but because it really hurt a lot.
A detached voice suddenly drifted from her side.
𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Flossie Wright glanced sideways.
"Switch spots."
Sandy Cruz was a bit to her right and slightly ahead, turning his head to look at her with an expressionless handsome face.
Flossie withdrew her gaze indifferently, gripping the rope tightly with her injured hand.
Sandy Cruz frowned and his voice cooled a few degrees as he insisted, "Switch spots."
Without waiting for Flossie Wright’s reaction, he easily moved a few steps forward, reached out to grab the rope by Flossie’s side, found a good foothold by stretching out his long legs, let go of his previous rope, and smoothly moved above the rope where Flossie was.
He was determined to switch.
Flossie Wright was rather helpless and had to compromise, swaying to the side to grab the rope that Sandy had used before.
Just as she stabilized, another voice came from beside her, concise and clear, "Hand."
Leaning to the left, a hand was already stretched out before her.
And so, Flossie Wright extended her hand toward him.
Her wrist was grasped.
— End of Chapter 957 —