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

wreck, she’d be walking right into the lion’s den. Completely pointless. A waste of

she had to believe in that tiny, desperate

there was still a sliver

give you a hundred thousand if

the

need to pay me,” the man

was heavy with sympathy and

not a cold man,” he said. “But once you have a family, once people depend on you… you get scared. I have a daughter. She’s only eight. I can’t risk driving all

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small path”

Lily’s heart sank.

to get down to the river. Hearing his

But she understood,

the driver didn’t want to get

scanned the ride code and added an extra thousand as a tip. “Okay. Just take me to that

she called the police, then Ashton and

off the phone, the car was pulling up at

waste

ready to sprint downhill–when the driver called out,

a lighter

friend’s car got hit by a truck, then went over a

couldn’t bring himself to crush

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