Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 555

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Caught by surprise, the guard began to protest: "Mr. Dixon, you..."

But before the guard could even finish his sentence, Mitchel had already descended from the helicopter using a rappelling rope.

The pilot skillfully adjusted the position of the helicopter.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mitchel jumped and grabbed a thick branch. He then gestured with his white glove, indicating that he had landed safely on the tree.

Misael had been clinging without sleep for so long that he felt completely exhausted, but he was still shaking uncontrollably. visibly scared.

Mitchel gently took Misael's hand, hugging him firmly, and asked him in a deep voice: "Can you talk?"

Misael nodded and then quickly shook his head.

Mitchel had eyes as black as coal and a body colder than he looked.

«Who gave you this scarf…»

Mitchel seemed to suppress his voice, as if he feared that the slightest carelessness would shatter his hopes.

Misael's face was stained with tears and fear. "A lady... An impressive lady..." The fear of the night and his empty stomach made it difficult for Misael to express his thoughts in words. But the most important message stuck with him. "She told me she was Janey's mother..."

At that moment, Mitchel's deep, dark eyes filled with intensity, his heart sinking.

“Uh…” Raegan woke up, coming to. Without meaning to, he groaned from the pain.

Little by little, he opened his eyes, feeling bruises and discomfort everywhere. However, through the pain, a spark of happiness was ignited. She was still alive.

Raegan raised her arm, trying to brush away the hair that was blocking her view to take in her surroundings.

At first glance, everything seemed fine, but a closer look almost knocked her out.

It was in a small hollow halfway up the mountain. Just below her was a sheer drop of hundreds of meters. Next to him lay a large old tire.

As Raegan teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, she remembered how the mud had pushed her, triggering her survival instinct to grab onto whatever was within her reach. It seemed that this tire had saved her from being buried alive.

However, his current situation was almost as dire as a funeral. The depression was barely big enough for one person. Any slight movement threatened to dislodge more stones.

He even wondered if the ground beneath him could support anything weighing more than fifty kilos.

Furthermore, it seemed that night would fall in less than two hours.

Raegan knew she couldn't count on luck to keep her from falling asleep and falling.

Looking around desperately, panic began to take over her. When hope seemed lost, he saw slight movements in the vines near his hole. An idea occurred to him. He tried to reach the vines.

But as soon as he moved, the rocks fell.

Frightened, Raegan crushed herself against the side of the mountain and the stones hit the tire, rolling silently. This showed how deep the fall was.

Raegan didn't even dare breathe, worried about more rocks falling.

Without moving for a while, the pain in his body increased.

Without signaling devices and unable to call out for help, Raegan didn't know how much longer she could last. In this terrible situation, waiting meant certain death.

In her deepest desperation, voices echoed near her.

“Is there anyone here?”

“Is there anyone out there?”

“Miss Foster!”

“Raegan!”

It sounded like salvation! Raegan heard it clearly. It was Mitchell!

How had he gotten here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Ardlens?

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