The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 248 A Sliver of Hope

Chapter 248 A Sliver of Hope.

Just a few meters below the riverside road was a rushing current a long, turbulent river.

The men surrounding James‘ car clearly hadn’t expected him to be so reckless, to actually drive straight off the edge like he had nothing left to lose.

He had destroyed their playgroumil, their golden goose. Their hatred ran deep. They didn’t just want him dead–they needed proof. A body.

Soon, they jumped out of their cars and scrambled along the riverbank, disappearing into the darkness to check whether he had survived.

“Sir, about a mile ahead, there’s a small path that leads down to the river, Can you please drive me there? I’ll pay you an extra ten thousand.”

Now that she’d calmed down a little, Lily turned urgently to the rideshare driver.

She knew she couldn’t head down to the river from where James had gone over–those men were dangerous. If she ran into them, she wouldn’t be saving anyone. She’d be marching straight to her death.

She only had one chance.

She had to gamble.

Gamble that James had somehow survived the crash. That he’d escaped from the car and was floating downstream with the current.

If she could cut ahead and intercept him, maybe she could pull him to shore. Help him escape. Help him

live.

She knew the odds were close to zero. Surviving a plunge like that, escaping a submerged car–it was almost impossible.

had no

be walking right into the lion’s den. Completely pointless. A

had to believe in that

there was still a sliver of a path

I’ll give you a hundred thousand if

was afraid the driver

to pay me,”

heavy with sympathy and

you get scared. I have a daughter. She’s only eight. I can’t risk driving all the way down there. But I

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small path”

Lily’s heart sank.

was desperate to get down to the river. Hearing his refusal

But she understood,

life. It made sense that the driver didn’t want to get caught in their crosshairs–and drag his

and added an extra thousand as a tip.

drove, she called the

time she was off the phone, the car was pulling up at the

didn’t waste a

ready to sprint downhill–when the

over and handed her a lighter sealed in a waterproof

over a cliff into

bring himself to crush

“There’s a mountain across the river. Nobody lives there anymore, but there used to be a small village behind it. I went there when I was a kid–middle school, I think. We camped, messed around. I even spent a night in a cave. I don’t know if you’ll find it, but… maybe you’ll get lucky. The signal’s bad out there. If you and your friend make it into that cave… well, on a night