Avery clutched her aching heart as if it had been stabbed with a poisoned knife. The pain was so intense that she was on the verge of fainting.

After a few minutes past, the pain in her heart had somewhat subsided.

What on earth is going on?

Lost in her thoughts, she vaguely remembered feeling a similar dull ache in her heart the day before Cayden's accident.

At that moment, she couldn't afford to overthink because soon as William and Claire saw her, they lovingly waved her over, inviting her to taste the food.

“Ery, your dad made this soup for you. Your mom mentioned that you prefer lighter flavors, so I didn't add too much salt. Give it a try and see how it tastes?” William scooped a small bowl of soup for Avery, his demeanor extremely gentle.

Avery took a small sip.

“How is it?” William asked, his face full of anticipation as he looked at his daughter.

Avery finished the soup with small sips, then said emotionally, “Dad, the soup you made tastes wonderful. I love it.”

Savoring the meals her parents had lovingly prepared for her and drinking the soup her father had personally brewed, she felt an overwhelming warmth enveloping her at home.

Guilt washed over her, feeling unfilial, as she had been occupied with work and rarely had time to spend with them.

Looking at her parents' gradually graying hair, Avery made a silent vow. I will stay by Mom's and Dad's side, dutifully fulfilling my filial duties once I find Cayden.

Meanwhile, in the cockpit of a plane flying over the Presrial Ocean.

The plane had been flying for nearly half an hour, seemingly about to escape the control range of that dreadful island, when suddenly, a ticking alarm echoed throughout the cabin.

Then, the sweet voice of a female announcer followed with, “The flight has encountered a malfunction. We are now returning to our original route.”

ended, the plane seemed to lose control, spinning a full three hundred sixty degrees in the air

been remotely hijacked!” The pilot, Finn, was visibly shocked as his hands

the dashboard out of anger. His expression darkened

a strong resentment and loathing at the thought of being dragged back to that hellish place once

the moment he caught sight of the latter,

man stood within the cabin. Despite being covered in blood, he still exuded an intense aura, showing no signs of discomposure and looking like an omnipotent

remained calm and composed.

lips were tightly

heart, which had been filled with unease before. “Boss, what should we do now?” he

Cayden pulled Finn aside

Cayden managed it. Yet, after his slender fingers moved nimbly over the myriad of buttons, coupled with swift manipulation of the control stick, he succeeded in righting the plane, which was turning

Finn and Wren

any survivors. If things go as expected and he doesn't see the plane returning

enough, a ticking alarm sounded within the cabin

jolt through them all at

thought of Rupert's ruthlessness sent shivers

explosive, only to discover that bombs were

if they were to disarm each and every explosive, it would still take at least half an

on the clock before the detonation. They

Finn and Wren searched every inch of the cabin, and surprisingly, no parachute

the entire cabin, but there are no parachutes. The bombs are about to go off, and it's too late to defuse them now.” Finn and Wren broke out in cold sweat

we have three minutes and forty-two seconds until the explosion. The ideal altitude for parachuting is around a thousand to eight hundred meters. I will descend to the optimal altitude for jumping in

and Wren responded in

faith

piloting the airplane, pushing it to its maximum speed. The once smoothly gliding aircraft suddenly dove down from mid-air like a

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