Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 508

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Chapter 508 Thank God, I've Finally Reached You

Seeing the red dots flashing relentlessly from the helicopter in the sky, I clutched Sergio's hand tightly. "W-

What do we do?"

We were in the middle of the ocean now-if they attacked, there would be nowhere to hide!

"Don't be afraid. After all, I carry the Ligendzas bloodline. If she wants to use you to threaten the Boltons, she wouldn't go so far as to completely destroy us," Sergio reassured me.

His words were comforting, but my heart still raced with panic and unease. Out here on this vast, boundless sea, Sergio was the only person I could rely on.

The helicopter spotted us and began pursuing our boat.

At that moment, how I wished the one coming after us was Carter-if it were him, at least my child and I might be saved.

But the reality was far crueler than I'd hoped. A heavy machine gun was mounted on the helicopter, and they opened fire in the direction our speedboat was racing toward.

"Dr. Zimmer, what do we do?" I cried out in terror, hugging my round, protruding belly tightly.

"Coco, don't be afraid. I'm here." Sergio wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pressing my head against his chest.

Outside, a violent storm raged, with countless raindrops and waves crashing against us. I clung to Sergio's clothes, uncertain if I could survive this ordeal.

Will I ever make it back alive to see Carter again?

I'm sorry... I don't even know what he looks like now. The only memory I have is of meeting him when I was eight years old.

I didn't dare imagine how devastated he would be on the day he found my body and our children.

Sergio wasn't wrong-they weren't directly shooting at the boat. Their goal was to force us to stop the speedboat and bring us to a halt.

But in this situation, how could we possibly stop?

If we were captured, both Sergio and I would face a miserable fate.

That sick and twisted family wouldn't let Sergio go, much less spare me.

The speedboat surged forward desperately while the helicopter followed close behind in the stormy sky. Whether it was the sea or the sky, the situation wasn't looking good.

The wind was fierce, the rain relentless, and the waves towering, but none of us could afford to stop. Out here in the pitch-black sea, the speedboat and helicopter were locked in a deadly race.

way out for me and my child. Just one

already suffered so much-rejected by my family, betrayed by the one I loved, torn apart, and barely pieced back together to have this second chance at life. I hadn't even met my children

me for so long. Just this once-this one time-please give me a chance to

must my life be

wait until I've given

of tears slid silently down my

light streaked across

Boom!

flown into a thundercloud, and amid

as it plummeted from

speechless. The wind brushed against the tear tracks on my face, snapping me out of my

scene felt

really heard

stroked my head, patting my back. "Coco, it's over

madwoman

out of his embrace and wiped the tears from my face. At the very

wreckage served as a warning, so the speedboat slowed down, and the sounds

a fierce storm, it would have been far

prepared. Once we escaped,

at me, my face and hair soaked from the storm, with deep concern in his eyes. "You must've been terrified tonight. Get

they'll come looking

a tracker, they won't know which

island were indeed poor. Most of the inhabitants were locals who made their living by fishing, and

the air was damp and carried a faint,

Thank God, I've

dry, comfortable clothes and dried my

of calm. It wasn't until just before dawn that I drifted into

by nightmares and woke up drenched in

unadorned basement, the recollections of the events

see Sergio nearby, I called out his name and made my

"Dr. Zimmer..."

until I saw

some food for you and took a look around the island. Don't worry,

clung tightly to his sleeve. "Good. If you left, what would

embrace. "Coco, could it be that I've started to

the complex emotions in my eyes and went along with his words. "If you hadn't been by my side last night, I wouldn't have

you're a good person, but I'm sorry-I won't

situation might be a blessing in disguise for me. Being stranded on this isolated, signal- less island has given me a chance. If I can seize the

escape.

took the piece of paper

over and over in my mind, afraid I