Only when the fuel was nearly gone did the helicopter finally descend roughly onto Bermuda Island.
I was hurled onto the sand, coughing up blood.
Jason stood there on the beach, smiling to welcome Chloe—completely ignoring me.
“Baby, you finally made it,” Jason called out warmly to his childhood sweetheart.
Chloe Adams threw herself into his arms. “Ugh, if it weren’t for your fiancée, my mood wouldn’t have been ruined today.”
Jason shot me a glance and sneered.
“I’ve already spoken with your family about the engagement. They know Chloe’s carrying my child and are considering canceling it.”
“Emily Carter, let me make this clear: my heart belongs only to Chloe. Even if my family disapproves, I will never marry you.”
I coughed up blood, my mind spinning.
The helicopter was out of fuel. One of my hands was already useless.
Did this mean I truly couldn’t complete the rescue mission?
Would so many innocent lives just be lost like this?
Just then, the military radio on the helicopter crackled with urgent calls:
“Calling U.S. National Rescue Team Aircraft 001—Captain Emily Carter!”
“Captain Emily Carter, do you read me?!”