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.

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

thinking too much, I went to his side. I saw him enduring the pain in silence and my heart

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

my brow and did not waste time arguing with him. I raised my hand to try and move the stone, saying,

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

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

on his own, but every time he exerted force,

trembling. “Moving like this will ruin

panic, I searched around for any tools we could use,

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usable tools

a deep breath. Seeing him

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 piece

with all my might, I tried moving

it, Charlie freed his leg. I quickly moved the stone aside and rushed to inspect his injury. However, before I could even

was baffled, looking at him with