Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 440 Distressed Mitchel

Misael nodded, waiting for Raegan's next words.

"Wrap your arms around this tree and stay awake. Just hang on. Someone will surely come for you. You're not forgotten," Raegan instructed.

"Okay," Misael replied, tears gleaming in his eyes.

"Use this red scarf to signal if you hear any sounds. Make sure you're visible. Got it?" Raegan added.

Tears filled Misael's eyes, and he nodded vigorously.

Raegan felt overwhelmed by the force of the landslide, as if drowning in heavy mud, the pressure draining her strength gradually, as though all her breath was being squeezed out.

Struggling to get the words out, Raegan whispered, "Misael, If you come across a girl named Janey, that's my daughter. Please tell her I love her so much. She's the light of my life, and her coming into this world means everything to me..."

Her voice got fainter with each word.

Darkness encroached Raegan's consciousness, her breathing seemingly stifled. She felt completely drained.

Raegan felt she lacked the strength to speak anymore. She seemed to be doomed this day.

Through the dimming consciousness, she could still hear Misael's cries.

At the moment she felt submerged by the landslide, Raegan thought about all the people she hadn't had the chance to bid farewell to. Her father, her brother, Nicole, Elin, Annis... And Mitchel. She regretted not having directly replied to his question. If only she had expressed her longing for him...

Before losing consciousness, Raegan managed to force a smile. If her life was to end alone, she wished her final expression in this world would be a smile. Did fear grip her at this moment? Indeed, fear overwhelmed her. Not merely fear, but a deep regret for not bidding farewell to those dear to her.

Yet, if given another chance, Raegan knew for sure she wouldn't leave Misael behind. Despite the odds, she would still make the effort.

At the airport in Mccarthy.

Mitchel, in his sharp black suit, standing tall like a sturdy pine, holding a bouquet of red roses. His elegant attire clashed oddly with the romantic gesture of the flowers.

advised sending flowers was the wise

got to the airport in Mccarthy ahead of time, planning to catch the same flight back home with

as Mitchel activated his phone after his land, it was

news alert caught his attention. "A huge landslide

The roses slipped from his grip and fell to the floor.

left the

Burwood. At the site of the

his presence radiating

of him looked nothing like the quaint village Raegan had depicted in her photos. What confronted him was a landscape of mud, stones,

shattered. "Raegan..." He seemed unable to bear it any longer and collapsed to

and reported in a dry, raspy

due to effective emergency response, casualties were minimized. The village's population was

gotten to safety. At present, only five individuals were

Foster stayed behind to rescue a child,

could finish, blood burst forth from

were stained

over, trying

dismissively. He slowly rose to his feet, his voice cold as ice, "Get a helicopter, bring more rescuers, and widen the search perimeter. We must find Raegan, even if we have to search every corner

guards wasted no time and got right to

helicopter soon landed in an open

his specialized glasses, and

swept low across the

passes, no signs of life appeared, not even a small indication of any

to cascade down from Mount Burwood. This spot remained the heart of the disaster, deemed too hazardous

a second pass, the sense of despair in the helicopter's cabin was

features filled with sorrow.

accept Raegan had died. It was unthinkable that

one of the guards softly suggested, "Mr. Dixon, maybe you should take