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."

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

If

of the chopper and to the team

helicopter overhead, its blades chopping through the

twigs swirled around Jessica’s still form. The rescue

into action,

one of them shouted over

set the rescue basket onto the ground beside her. It looked

and laid her inside, her hair falling across her face pale with a deep gash, a few streaks of blood ran across her forehead and cheek, a

was placed

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

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

called out, giving the straps a final tug to ensure

hook clinking against the metal of the basket.

checked one more time to ensure it was firmly locked, then stepped back, shielding their

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

in the wind,

of the guards whispered from below, his eyes

helicopter hovered, pulling her steadily upward until the basket reached the open bay

out, gripping the frame, and they guided

carried away from the cliff’s

breathe. Swiftly, they rescued him from the car but with multiple fractures on

team leaders above, and a

cold and expressionless,

ran after him in a cold sweat, his hand holding tightly to the briefcase in his

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

his index finger drumming impatiently against

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

trembled lightly but steadied

the driver answered