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."

cliff felt their breath hitch,

and life-threatening. If only she was

of the chopper and to the team

its blades chopping through the sky and sending leaves spiraling in every

Jessica’s still form. The rescue basket was

into action, working

them shouted over the

onto the ground beside her. It looked like a narrow cage, padded and fitted with

a deep gash, a few streaks of blood ran

hand was placed limply against

adjusted her position, grabbing a rumpled suit seemingly from the driver, it was folded and placed beneath

wide straps across her shoulders, chest, and hips, tightening them snugly. Two

the straps a final

hook clinking against the metal of the basket. With a

time to ensure it was firmly locked,

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

wind, her

from below, his eyes following her keenly

hovered, pulling her steadily upward until the

out, gripping the frame,

the aircraft, carried away

driver barely able to breathe. Swiftly, they rescued him from the car but with multiple

quickly communicated with the team leaders above, and a quick emergency was

the airport, Julian alighted from the Anderson family private plane, his face stone cold and expressionless, his footsteps hurried, his hand clenched as he walked towards the exit of Country

cold sweat, his hand holding tightly to the briefcase in

a glance back he boarded the car, and Maxwell sat into the passenger

glanced outside the car, his index finger drumming impatiently against

is the situation now?" His cold voice cut through the tension

trembled lightly but steadied again as

the driver