Chapter 731
Chapter 731:
“Rupert, hold on.” She clutched his scorching hand, overwhelmed by how helpless she felt.
Memories crashed over her like a tidal wave.
The warehouse explosion. The plane crash. The time she’d been in danger at sea—every time, Rupert had been the one to save her. Again and again, he had protected her, telling her over and over, “Annabel, don’t be afraid. I’m here with you p>
And just now, he had saved her again, without a thought for his own safety.
The instant she’d gone over the edge, something inside her had shifted—something she couldn’t deny.
She loved Rupert.
She loved him—deeply.
So she couldn’t let anything happen to him. She had to save his life.
Only then did Annabel realize there was still a bomb strapped to her body.
It was strange it hadn’t gone off already. Keeping a safe distance from Rupert, Annabel carefully shifted aside and examined the device.
It looked like… a fake.
Holding her breath, she reached out and removed it.
Nothing happened. No blast. No sound. The “bomb” didn’t explode.
Annabel’s confusion deepened. Someone as unhinged as Talia would have used a real bomb. So where had Talia even gotten a fake one?
But Annabel didn’t have time to dwell on it. Her priority was to wake Rupert—and get him help as soon as possible.
She forced herself into motion and searched the jungle for medicinal herbs, but there was nothing—only tangled vines and dense foliage.
She guessed the vines had caught them during the fall and acted as a buffer. Otherwise, there was no way they would have survived a drop from that height.
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They were lucky.
With no herbs to rely on, Annabel tore strips from her clothes and made makeshift bandages, wrapping every wound she could find to slow the bleeding. Even so, it barely helped. Rupert was in terrible condition, and she needed to get him to a hospital—fast.
Annabel lifted her head and stared at the mountain towering above them, nearly eight hundred meters high. It was blanketed in trees, completely wild, and utterly uninhabited. There were no homes in sight.
“Is anybody here? I need help!” she shouted again and again, but the only answer was her own echo.
Bluton Mountain was desolate. Worse still, the bottom of the cliff was almost impossible to reach.
Biting her lower lip, Annabel looked down at Rupert’s unconscious face, pain squeezing her heart.
She couldn’t just sit there and wait for death to take one—or both—of them.
She had to get out of here with him—ASAP.
Annabel sat beside Rupert, thinking for five minutes before settling on a plan.
Although they were in a forest, it was on the outskirts of the city. There were unlikely to be any dangerous beasts. Annabel also had extensive wilderness survival knowledge, so getting out on her own wouldn’t be a problem. However, she couldn’t bear to abandon Rupert while he was in a coma. If she wanted to leave with him, she would have to build a raft.