Chapter 584

Chapter 584:

Wyatt only realized his wounds had reopened when Amelia pointed it out—his bandage was already soaked in red.

“It’s nothing serious. After p>

He stopped speaking the moment he saw Amelia pull out a small bottle of hemostatic medicine.

She unwrapped the bloodied cloth with careful hands, dabbing the medicine gently on Wyatt’s wounds.

N𝘰ve𝘭ѕ i𝗇 𝗍rе𝗇𝘥 𝗈𝘯 ga𝘭𝗇𝗼𝘷е𝗅𝗌.сom

Watching her, Wyatt gave a low chuckle. “When did you bring p>

Amelia was just about to reply when Karin suddenly broke into a harsh cough.

Soon, others started coughing too.

Though Karin’s backyard shielded them from the wind, the cellar had vents, and the wildfire consuming Mesa Hill was filling the air with smoke.

Even with Wyatt sealing the entrance with a damp quilt, dark fumes still crept in.

Without wasting a moment, Wyatt snatched a few towels from their supplies, dipped them into a wooden bucket filled with water, wrung them out, and handed one to Karin.

Amelia’s nerves eased a little as she watched him work with steady hands. She hurried to his side, copying his actions and helping the others.

At Wyatt’s signal, Karin and the others pressed the wet towels over their faces.

Soon enough, the cellar stopped echoing with coughs.

Amelia’s gaze lingered on Wyatt, who stood tall by the entrance like a guard. In a hushed voice, she asked, “Do you really think help will come p>

“Yeah. With all this racket, the Simgan Fire Department won’t sit still for long. And Shepard and Weldon must’ve realized we’re missing by now p>

“Shepard, we’re too late—those people already set the hill on fire p>

The moment Shepard got Shelton’s call, he had sped to Mesa Hill with Weldon. But they were still too late.

Weldon’s eyes turned cold as steel as he took in the raging sea of fire.

Shepard didn’t waste his breath replying to Weldon. Instead, he pulled out his phone and rang Seth.

“Get me a helicopter. I’ll owe you one for this p>

It would take no less than half an hour for a helicopter from Hans to reach this location, and every second they wasted would put Amelia and Wyatt in greater danger.

Seth owned plenty of property in Simgan; calling in a jet through him was their fastest option.

Minutes later, Shepard and Weldon were climbing aboard Seth’s helicopter.

The rotors whirred, and the helicopter soon cut through the smoke-filled skies above Mesa Hill. But the pilot kept his distance—the firestorm below was far too fierce. Hovering over the ridge, Shepard and Weldon raised their binoculars, scanning desperately for signs of life.

But the thick haze and rolling flames were merciless, blotting out everything.

“Shepard, we’ll never spot them like this!” Without hesitation, Weldon snatched the megaphone from the cabin.

A moment later, Amelia’s name boomed again and again across the burning hillside.

Down in the cellar, the smoke was thickening fast.

Amelia pressed her damp towel hard against her face, fighting for every breath.

Then—faintly—she thought she heard something. Someone was calling her name.

Her heart skipped. Was she imagining it? She darted a glance at Wyatt.

“They’re here!” Wyatt said.

Only then did Amelia realize she hadn’t imagined the sound.

Wyatt’s eyes locked with Amelia’s. “Stay put. I’ll go check it out.” The second he stepped outside the cellar, a blast of choking smoke clawed at his throat, and searing heat slammed into his skin. He squinted against the sting, forcing his eyes open. Through the swirling haze, he caught sight of the helicopter circling above.

Shepard’s and Weldon’s voices thundered through the megaphone, cutting through the crackle of the flames. Wyatt tried to shout back, but the moment he opened his mouth, smoke surged into his lungs, making him cough.

He quickly clamped a hand over his nose and mouth. Scanning the ground, his gaze soon landed on a sturdy branch near the house.

Its surface was blistering hot, but Wyatt didn’t hesitate—he wrapped it twice with a soaked towel and fastened a strip of clothing to the top.

With the makeshift signal in hand, he scrambled onto Karin’s roof. Jamming the branch into the highest point, he made sure it was secure before climbing back down.

Then, he rushed to the cellar and guided Amelia and the others out.

Meanwhile, Weldon’s voice had gone raw from shouting over the megaphone for so long.

Just as he lowered it in exhaustion, something white in the haze below caught his eye.

“Look there, Shepard!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking with sudden hope.

Shepard followed Weldon’s line of sight, and there it was, a strip of white cloth whipping in the smoke.

“Drop another ten meters!” he barked.

The pilot eased the chopper lower.

The haze grew denser, but the fluttering fabric stood out like a beacon in the chaos.

Weldon snatched the megaphone again, his voice rough but eager. “Amelia! Are you down there p>

Amelia heard her name echo from above.

Her throat was too raw for her to shout, so she flung her arm high and waved with all her strength.

Karin and the others quickly joined her, their arms waving.

Through the choking smoke, Weldon caught sight of their frantic waving. His heart leapt as he said, “Shepard, there! Amelia and the others are there p>