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."

felt their breath hitch, cold

situation was dire and life-threatening. If only she was conscious,

of the chopper and to the team beneath.

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

swirled around Jessica’s still form. The rescue

sprang into action,

unconscious," one of them shouted over the noise, kneeling beside

carefully set the rescue basket onto the ground beside her. It looked like a narrow cage, padded and fitted with thick

across her face pale with a deep gash, a few streaks of

placed limply

suit seemingly from the

snugly. Two more straps went over her

secure!" the guard called out, giving the straps a final

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

firmly locked, then stepped

gently as the cable tightened, lifting her above the jagged rocks and broken branches

in the wind, her pale face

Young Miss..." one of the guards whispered from below, his eyes following

steadily upward until the basket reached the open

gripping the frame, and they

seconds, Jessica was swallowed by the aircraft, carried away from

breathe. Swiftly, they rescued him from the car

and a quick emergency was made for

his face stone cold and expressionless, his footsteps hurried, his

cold sweat, his hand holding tightly to the briefcase

he boarded the car, and Maxwell sat

car, his index finger drumming

cold voice cut through the tension in the

but steadied again as he

the driver