Eleanor Hollis thought to herself, why are you worried about him? He’s currently with Claire Shaw, a perfect match, having a carefree time.
But she couldn’t say such things to a child, to avoid hurting his young heart.
"Mommy, when Dad called me, it was noisy around him, and people were screaming in panic. I keep feeling like Dad is in danger, I’m so worried."
Eleanor finally started to take his words seriously and immediately took out her phone to call Hugo Quinn, but the phone was turned off.
She thought for a moment and then called Lan Yancy, wanting to know where Hugo was now.
Lan Yancy hesitated, then sighed.
"Miss Hollis, I’m on my way to rescue the CEO. You must have seen the news; the CEO is buried on that island. With an eighth-degree typhoon and tsunami, the chances of survival are very low. Old Master Quinn has already rushed over."
Eleanor only felt a roaring sound in her head. How could Hugo have gone to the island? Wasn’t he with Claire Shaw?
But at this moment, she had no time to think about anything else and could only sit rigidly on the sofa.
"What about the casualties?"
That person couldn’t just die like that; maybe he’s still alive, waiting for their rescue.
"It’s unclear at the moment. People from all countries are buried under the ruins. We need to dig them out to know for sure. But don’t worry, Miss Hollis, the CEO is lucky; he won’t die easily."
However, Eleanor couldn’t hear a word of it. She remembered Hugo calling her, and she didn’t pick up. Was he already in danger then and wanted to hear her voice one last time?
She felt deep regret, but no amount of regret would be useful now. If that man doesn’t come back, she’d feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Marcus also heard Lan Yancy’s words and his voice carried a sob.
"Marcus, your dad will be fine. Be good, finish your meal, don’t go hungry."
Marcus lowered his eyes, feeling very down. With his dad’s life uncertain, how could he have any mind for eating?
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Eleanor led him to the dining table and after the chef served all the dishes, she put a lot of food onto his plate.
"Your dad worries about you the most. You can’t go hungry. Eat first, and then we’ll wait for news."
Marcus pouted but slowly nodded.
Eleanor felt uneasy but still put a few bites into her mouth, mechanically chewed a few times, and then tears started flowing.
She was afraid Marcus would see, so she quickly wiped her tears.
After dinner, the two sat silently on the sofa, waiting for any news from Lan Yancy.
The television now was all about the news reports of this event. Eleanor was afraid to watch, but had to turn it on to see the situation there.
The island ravaged by typhoon and tsunami was a complete mess. There used to be many trees, but they were uprooted, now leaving it bare. The ground was full of big pits filled with seawater.
The houses of the indigenous people had disappeared long ago. The rescue team was already on the beach counting equipment and started to dig through the rubble.
Soon, the first person was pulled out, covered in wounds, with two pieces of glass in his thigh, his face was filled with terror, and he had been dead for a while.
Eleanor wasn’t at the scene but even in front of the screen, she could feel the heavy atmosphere there.
She reached out and held Marcus’s hand, fearing she might faint just like that.
Marcus was also very nervous, his eyes tightly fixed on the screen, ready to cry at any moment.
Just as the two of them were holding their breath, the doorbell rang in the living room.
When the door was opened, Evan Yancy appeared at the door, looking very serious.
"Do you want to continue waiting here for news, or do you want to go to the scene yourself? My helicopter is about to take off, come with me."
Eleanor didn’t hesitate, instructed Marcus briefly, and then crouched down, looking at him seriously.
"Marcus, stay home and get a good sleep, eat well, I will bring your dad back, alright?"
Marcus knew he wasn’t suited to go there, the scene was too chaotic, so he nodded.
Eleanor left and immediately got on the helicopter with Evan Yancy.
Only then did she realize that the relationship between these people was probably very good, otherwise, they wouldn’t have acted so quickly.
"You need to be mentally prepared, since arriving, the rescue team has already found over ten buried people, all dead."
Eleanor’s heart trembled. Didn’t the news just say there was only one body?
After that, she didn’t speak, her heart slowly sinking.
When they arrived, it was already late at night, and dawn was approaching, but the island was still brightly lit. Everyone was continuing their rescue efforts, hoping to dig out a living person.
When Eleanor got off, she felt weak all over, her legs had no strength. The closer she got to the pile of rubble, the more dizzy she felt.
"Hang in there, I didn’t bring you here to hold me back."
Evan Yancy’s voice was very harsh, as he led a few people to charge towards the pile of rubble.
The faster the rescue, the higher the survival rate for the people inside.
Eleanor ran after him, but not paying attention to her footing, she suddenly fell to the ground, her palms instantly getting scraped and bleeding.
But she couldn’t care about all that, quickly got up, and rushed towards the pile of rubble.
Another person was rescued, alive.
The scene was very emotional, they immediately put an IV on him and carried him into the makeshift medical tent.
Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there are survivors, it means Hugo still has hope.
She wanted to go up and help, but was soon kicked out by the rescue team, fearing a secondary collapse, so only professionals could do the rescuing here.
Eleanor anxiously watched from a distance, seeing Evan Yancy making a hand gesture for her to be at ease.
Evan Yancy came with the rescue team, so naturally he could participate in the rescue.
Eleanor sat down with legs weak, her eyes red, the wound on her palm still bleeding.
She turned her head and saw Old Master Quinn standing not far away.
Old Master Quinn looked very frail, with people around him constantly talking to him, but it was clear he was very emotional, continuously urging people to join the rescue effort.
Hugo was Old Master Quinn’s favorite son, so naturally, he was heartbroken over his accident.
At this moment, Eleanor suddenly understood him a little, and some of her grievances lessened.
Old Master Quinn thought his youngest son was smart, so he needed a strong and confident woman by Hugo’s side, and obviously, she wasn’t someone he favored, which was why she was disliked.