Ivy Miller looked outside, the wind was shaking the big trees as if it wanted to uproot them entirely, with lightning and thunder, it seemed as if a horde of ghosts was howling in.
"Uncle, the power’s out, it’s pitch dark inside the house."
Hearing her almost crying voice, Henry Sullivan remained silent for a long time, then said with some guilt, "I’m sorry, I can’t come back for now."
Ivy Miller’s little face was full of tears.
Of all the husbands she could have married, she found one who didn’t care about her at all.
Everyone’s scared to death and he doesn’t even care.
"A village four kilometers away has a landslide. The unit has ordered us to immediately assist in the relocation and rescue of the people.
I’m already on my way, I just wanted to let you know. I’ll send the chef to bring you lunch at noon.
Remember to eat well and don’t starve yourself."
Hearing him say this, most of Ivy Miller’s grievances instantly disappeared.
"Is it dangerous over there?"
"We’re not sure of the situation yet, we’ll have to assess it when we get there."
Ivy Miller’s heart tightened: "Uncle, be careful.
I... I’m not really that scared, I’ll just put on headphones and listen to music later.
Don’t worry about me."
"In this kind of weather, don’t use your phone to listen to music, it’s not safe during thunderstorms."
"Okay, I won’t use it, I’ll wait for you to come back."
Waiting for him to return... how long has it been since she heard this kind of reassurance?
He was married now, had a family, and now his wife was right here.
Even if he’s on a mission, someone would silently wait for him to come back.
He smiled and nodded: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Ivy Miller perked up. It was half-past eleven, and soon the chef would come, nothing to be afraid of.
After lunch, the rain continued, without any sign of stopping.
Looking at the nasty weather outside, Ivy Miller felt a bit gloomy. The source of thɪs content is novel-fire.ɴet
It’s surely very difficult to carry out a mission in this kind of weather.
When the phone rang again, she quickly grabbed it and saw it was Chloe Wilder. She let out a breath, irritated, thinking it was Uncle.
She picked up the phone: "Hello."
"Hey, you guys are on the news, such heavy rain, didn’t it drown you?"
Ivy Miller rolled over: "Quickly, spit over your shoulder, then shut that foul mouth of yours. Your sister here is doing just fine."
Little Green nodded: "Right, I forgot, you can swim. But sister, your husband is in Anchester, so just stay calm, alright."
Hearing Little Green say this, Ivy Miller couldn’t help but laugh, "Dear, I’m a high-quality fake, the original isn’t here, you got the wrong person."
Chloe Wilder asked, "When the hell are you coming back? You said you’re in a godforsaken place where even rabbits won’t shit, I have to keep checking your area’s weather forecast daily.
Hurry back, your husband did well, actually letting you stay there."
"Did you think I’d be kicked out? Impossible, I’m Ivy Miller, loved by everyone, admired wherever I go, causing car tires to burst."
"Sis, please give the Piglet Hero lines back."
Ivy Miller smiled wordlessly, "I’m just self-hypnotizing, feeling a bit off."
"My uncle went on a mission, the rain is especially heavy, I’m a bit worried."
"Oh, have you run into a ghost and gotten possessed by the spirit of a perfect wife?"
Ivy Miller shivered: "Dear, I have just one request, the power’s out here, there’s lightning and thunder outside, the atmosphere is creepy enough, don’t freak me out anymore, okay?"
"Okay, want me to tell you some bad news to change your mood?"