Chapter 645:
He bowed deeply and added, “Please forgive our past mistakes. I also hope my brother can put old grudges behind him. My parents sincerely want to make up for the childhood he lost.”
Rylie’s lips curved into a sudden smile. She stepped forward, lowered her voice, and said coldly, “Sincerely? If you were really concerned about him, you wouldn’t have stayed abroad and kept silent for thirty years. Are you trying to say you were struggling so much abroad that you couldn’t even afford a ticket back home during these thirty years? And how could I believe you sincerely want to be reconciled with him?”
Frank’s smile nearly cracked. “There were reasons. My mother has been ill.”
Rylie’s gaze stayed icy. “Stop the lies. Do you think everyone else is a fool but you?”
He kept up the act until she walked away. Only then did his face darken, shadows settling in his expression.
Frieda’s heart sank as the food she had carefully prepared was sent back untouched. She muttered bitterly, “Who does she think she is?”
She turned to Cillian in anger. “And Brad too. I’m his mother, yet he lets an outsider boss me around.”
Cillian shot back, “Why complain now? Isn’t it too late? Did you ever raise him? Did you ever love him?”
The words struck deep. Frieda’s lips trembled, and tears welled in her eyes.
Cillian reminded her firmly, “Don’t forget why we came back. We have no choice. But you still have time to make it up to Brad. Show him love. Use that bond to persuade him to give up his support for the President and those conservatives in parliament.”
Frieda wiped her eyes and sighed heavily. “I understand.”
That night, the camp fell silent, broken only by the steady rain and the footsteps of patrolling soldiers.
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The light in Rylie’s tent had long gone out.
She quietly changed into tactical gear, pulled on a waterproof jacket, and packed her essentials—detectors, sampling tools, a first-aid kit, and her silver needles.
She cast one last glance toward Felix’s medical tent before slipping into the shadows. Evading patrols, she followed the route she had memorized from the command tent and slipped out of camp, heading toward the deadly mine veins. It was still too soon to enter them, and the weather remained merciless.
Her flashlight beam fought against the thick darkness, barely cutting through the muddy path. Ahead loomed the jagged, menacing outline of the mountain. She pulled her collar high and stepped into the storm without pause. Rain swallowed her figure as the wind howled through the valley like a ghostly warning.
By dawn, light barely pierced the heavy clouds, dimly revealing the muddy camp.
The rain had stopped, leaving the air damp and bone-chilling, though the weather seemed to ease for a moment.
Orders for partial evacuation were issued. Soldiers packed in orderly fashion, preparing to move the first batch of stabilized wounded and researchers.
The camp was busy, but calm.
Brad woke later than usual. After breakfast, a medic came to check his injury and change his medication, looking hesitant. Brad caught it instantly.
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