Facade of Love

Chapter 282 Implicated

The cave entrance was blocked, and I could only sense Charlie in front of me. I called out nervously, “Mr. Yates, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” came the low voice from above. Hearing his voice, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I bent over, attempting to stand up, but I heard a low, restrained sound beside me, “Hiss!”

Hearing Charlie’s voice, I quickly asked, “What happened? Are you injured?”

Everything around us was pitch black, and I could only grip his clothing tightly as I inquired. Charlie’s voice was low as he responded, “I’m fine. Let’s figure out a way to get out of here.”

This place was blocked, and we could not get out. If we stayed here for too long, we would run out of oxygen.

Without thinking too much, I began to feel around, trying to find an exit.

Luckily, after a short time, I came across some fabric. It was the place where we had rested last night, and the campfire had been extinguished. However, some things had not been completely buried. Inch had brought many items in last night, and relying on my memory, I found a lighter.

I lit a fire and ignited a few pieces of charcoal. With some light in the cave, I could vaguely make out the surroundings. I turned to look at Charlie, and I was relieved to see him still in his original position. I was about to say something when the light revealed his trapped leg under a large stone.

had been too dark earlier, and I could not see his pale face or his forehead, which was already

I went to his side. I saw him enduring the pain in silence and my heart clenched. I struggled to find the words and started, “You…” Why did he not say anything?

this, he wiped his lips and said, “I seem to be out of strength right now. You should try to move the stone. If you can’t, then go find a way out on your own. Don’t worry about

him. I raised my hand to try and move the stone, saying, “I won’t just leave you. I’ll move it even if I die

its position. But as I looked at Charlie’s face, which was growing paler by the minute, I felt

shifted from half–standing to a somewhat prone position, probably due to the pain in his trapped leg. His entire face had turned deathly white.

trying to free his leg on his own, but

this

tools we could use, but there was

2/2

usable tools at all.

and took a deep breath. Seeing him in

was to rely on brute force. Yes, brute force. He was injured, but I was not. I refused to believe that I could not even move a

again, with all my might,

moved the stone aside and rushed to inspect his injury. However, before I could even touch it, he

at him with confusion.