Chapter 961
Chapter 961: But My Heart Aches (5)_1
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He knew it was a close call, he knew Flossie Wright was in his arms, alive and full of vitality.
But he still couldn’t be at ease.
Even now, his heart was troubled and distressed to the extreme.
"Glenn Hutchinson!" Flossie Wright ground her teeth.
However, she seldom had the upper hand when it came to Glenn Hutchinson.
His footsteps paused slightly, and Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes lowered gently.
"I’m here."
His voice was low and magnetic, rich and pleasant to the ear, yet filled with suppressed melancholy and pain.
For some reason, Flossie Wright’s heart softened.
Turning her head away deliberately to avoid his gaze, Flossie Wright looked ahead at the path, "We don’t have any holidays."
"That’s their mistake," Glenn Hutchinson’s tone was cool.
"I’m still alive," Flossie Wright refused to back down.
Even though it was a harrowing experience, the fact was that her injuries were indeed not serious.
Sliding down the steep cliff resulted at most in scrapes and bruises, but none of these injuries were serious, and they were even less than what she’d get from half a day of combat training.
The worst injured was probably her left hand.
But to her, this was nothing.
The injury to her left hand was indeed more severe, skin torn and countless wounds, but she was certain that none of these wounds reached the bone.
At worst, they would leave some scars, no surgery required, and there would be no lingering effects.
"You are alive," Glenn Hutchinson emphasized, his voice also carrying a hint of annoyance, but when his gaze fell on her scar-laden left hand, his tone immediately softened, "but it pains me."
It pained him.
More than hurting himself.
It was like being scraped in the heart with a knife, over and over, the pain relentless, yet he was unable to bear even the slightest bit of it for her.
Flossie Wright held back her gaze and didn’t continue the conversation.
She was extremely choked up.
Unable to respond to anything.
Looking down at her for a while, Glenn Hutchinson tightened his hold on her and hastened their pace down the mountain.
He hadn’t noticed on their way up, but now as they were walking down, he realized the mountain path was longer than he had imagined.
It seemed to take a very long time.
Approaching the foot of the mountain, a drowsy Flossie Wright thought of something, slightly squinting her eyes and softly asking, "Do you suspect someone tampered with the equipment?"
"Don’t you?" Glenn Hutchinson retorted.
The ropes purchased by the Forces were definitely quality-assured.
The rope wasn’t very old; at most, it would be somewhat worn but not to the point of breaking.
The breaking of Flossie Wright’s rope was certainly suspicious.
Looking up, Flossie Wright answered dully, "I suspect."
Her intuition was always very accurate.
Not only did she suspect, but she also had suspects in mind.
In the Forces, she had offended many people and hurt the interests of some.
Some people disliked her, some detested her, and others even hated her.
But those with the caliber to do such a thing, with such poor character, she hadn’t seen many.
Agnes Parker and Clara Birch, who she had met during the selection process, were possibilities, but they were both transferred away in less than three months.
As for the others—
It was easy to rule them out.
Without concrete evidence, she didn’t speculate further, intending to wait for the investigation results.
"How do you want to handle this?" Glenn Hutchinson asked directly.
"Hasn’t the result not come out yet?" Flossie Wright countered.
After thinking for a moment, Glenn Hutchinson changed his approach and said in a deep voice, "If it was deliberate, how would you like to handle it?"
"You’re asking me?"
Rubbing her chin and pondering for a while, Flossie Wright suddenly asked, "If someone deliberately attempts to harm others’ lives, can they be brought before a military tribunal?"
Glenn Hutchinson nodded.
"We’ll talk about it when the time comes."
Shrugging her shoulders, Flossie Wright hooked a faint smile on her lips but did not directly answer him.
She really hated trouble.
So, often, she preferred a simple and crude approach to problems.
Glenn Hutchinson did not ask further.
Medical room.
It was already dark outside, pitch black.
Flossie Wright sat on the bench, covered with a blanket, her eyes slightly narrowed, resembling a lazy cat.
In those half-closed eyes, a trace of endurance could vaguely be seen.
Glenn Hutchinson brought over a stool, sat beside her, with a medical kit placed next to him, carefully treating her wounds.
It was supposed to be treated by the medical staff, but the one on duty here was a newcomer who had just arrived not long ago. Seeing the wound on Flossie Wright’s left hand, his fingers trembled as he held the medicine, and after Glenn Hutchinson watched with a dark expression for a while, he sent the person away.
He might as well do it himself.
However, that hand was truly injured in a frightful way.
Glenn Hutchinson was careful in his treatment, but his face grew darker and his eyebrows harshly furrowed.
Flossie Wright winced with pain and out of boredom, couldn’t help sitting up, and asked Glenn Hutchinson, "Did you bring your phone?"
Pausing for a moment, Glenn Hutchinson softly replied and then took out his phone, handing it to her.
"Got any games?"
Flossie Wright asked as she unlocked the screen and browsed through the apps.
"No," Glenn Hutchinson replied, a bit stiffly.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for Flossie Wright, he wouldn’t even use Whatsapp.
For him, a phone was merely a communication tool.
Games, movies...
He couldn’t be bothered with them.
"..." Flossie Wright shook her head with a sigh, then deliberately teased him, "Web browser?"
Glenn Hutchinson replied instinctively.
But he quickly realized what he said and looked up at Flossie Wright, only to see her lifted smile.
The smile was shallow, but it was captivating.
Flossie Wright didn’t seem to mind. With the phone in her right hand, she slightly bowed her head, opened the browser, and began searching for some data on military equipment.
There was another test tomorrow.
She had planned to review it tonight, but now that she was free, and she needed to divert her attention, she might as well cram for a while.
Just as she had searched for a couple of data points, someone ran into the medical room from the entrance.
It was a girl in her early twenties.
Dressed in a nurse’s outfit, she looked around the medical room for a few moments, then quickly walked straight over to Flossie Wright.
"You’re Flossie Wright, right?" The girl smiled sweetly at her, then handed over a notebook, saying, "Sandy Cruz asked me to bring you this notebook."
— End of Chapter 961 —