Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 395: Rescue

The climbers landed safely beneath the cliff, the echo from the voices of the people above reaching them as they shouted into the void.

With the earbuds fixed, they unclasped the rope from their waist, their gazes carefully scanning the area, their ears perking up for any sound.

They glanced at each other, and with a nod, they moved forward taking different directions, the signal from the drone committed to them through the Bluetooth device in the earbud.

From their safety kits, each pulled out a weapon in case the gully held wild animals. Their steps frantic and hurried as they searched with urgency yet their eyes focused.

They urged forward covering a few metres, the voice in the earbud barking instructions to them as they searched the gully for her or the red infrared signal of the drone.

The scent of gasoline and scorched rubber still hung in the air from the car’s twisted frame and smoke curling from the engine.

"Over there!" one of them shouted, pointing to a patch of flattened grass where the drone’s red marker blinked rapidly.

They ran forward, confirming she was the one. "We’ve found her," they reported through their earbuds.

"Prepare for lifting," the team leader instructed.

The group carefully knelt beside her, one of them checking her pulse and a few emergency vital signs to ensure she could be lifted, but then his face twisted with dread, his hands trembled.

The gaze of his companion snapped to him, noting his pale face. "What happened? What is the problem?"

"Con...trac..tions, she is having contractions." His voice almost came in a murmur and disbelief.

But then, with the impact of the hit and the car’s fall, it should be expected, but witnessing the situation and its urgency saddled them with fear.

"Urgent!"

"She is in labour."

"She has lost a lot of blood."

"She is unconscious."

on top of the cliff felt their breath hitch, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads as they

was dire and life-threatening. If only she was

the pilot of the chopper and to the team beneath. "Get her

roar of the helicopter overhead, its blades chopping through the sky and

Jessica’s still form. The rescue basket was

sprang into

of them

onto the ground beside her. It looked like

gash, a few streaks of blood ran across her forehead and cheek, a bulge of

placed limply against

they adjusted her position, grabbing a rumpled suit seemingly from

shoulders, chest, and hips, tightening them snugly. Two more straps went over her legs

out, giving the

cable descended, its hook clinking against the metal of the basket. With a sharp click, it locked onto

was firmly locked, then stepped back,

began to rise. Jessica’s body swayed gently as the cable tightened, lifting her above the jagged rocks and

her hair fluttered in the wind, her pale face turned toward the

one of the guards whispered from below, his

hovered, pulling her steadily upward until the basket reached

out, gripping the frame, and they guided it

carried away

guards walked towards the wrecked car and found the driver barely able to breathe. Swiftly, they rescued him from

and a quick

private plane, his face stone cold and expressionless, his

after him in a cold sweat, his hand

beside him, without a glance back he boarded the car, and Maxwell sat into the

index finger drumming impatiently

voice

steadied

optimistic," the driver