Shannon Quinn followed suit, and Seth Fairchild quickly went into the forest to find so wet kindling, throwing it onto the blazing fire, which soon started billowing thick smoke.
Watching that bright light co closer, it seed like they had been discovered.
Seth Fairchild took off his shirt, stood on a rock by the sea, and frantically waved toward that direction: "There’s soone here!"
The rescue boat slowly approached, and as soon as it arrived at the shore, Ronan Rhodes leapt off the boat with joy and looked at Shannon Quinn: "Sister-in-law! You’re alright, thank goodness!"
Shannon Quinn saw it was Ronan and imdiately asked, "What about him? Did you find him?"
Though no na was spoken, they all knew who ’him’ referred to. Ronan’s joyful expression imdiately faded, and he shook his head, pressing his lips together: "So far, there’s no news of Master Nate, though today we recovered most of the remains, none of which were Master Nate. We all believe Master Nate wouldn’t be in trouble, so as soon as the incident occurred, we started searching the nearby islands, but we haven’t found any trace of Master Nate yet.
Shannon Quinn lowered her gaze, the worry between her brows still lingering.
But upon hearing that Landon Sutton wasn’t among the recovered remains, she inwardly felt a sense of relief.
Perhaps in situations like this, people tend to have selfish thoughts. You know many will perish, but selfishly hope the really important person to you isn’t among the dead.
"Sister-in-law, get on the boat quickly. It’s warr inside the boat."
Though puzzled why Seth Fairchild would be there too, Ronan Rhodes couldn’t be bothered to investigate further at this mont, escorting them ashore, while also contacting Simon Rhodes to look after Shannon Quinn, and then imdiately diving into the search on other islands.
"Shannon, thank goodness you’re alright." Seeing Shannon Quinn, Simon Rhodes’s somber face finally broke into a smile.
But Shannon Quinn couldn’t seem to smile, feeling a sense of lingering fear as she recalled the scene from last night.
Especially now, as Landon Sutton’s fate remains unknown, which is her greatest concern.
dical staff crowded around, transporting the first batch of survivors from the shipwreck to the hospital.
Major dia outlets quickly reported that two survivors from the shipwreck were currently undergoing dical examinations at the hospital.
"Doctor, is my child alright?"
The doctor glanced at the results in his hand and said to Shannon Quinn, who was lying in the hospital bed, "Not only are you lucky, but your child is as well. All the tests on the child ca back normal, so you don’t need to worry. Rest well here."
Shannon Quinn: "Can I be discharged now?"
Doctor: "Please wait until the nutrition drip is finished. It’s best if you stay in the hospital for a couple more days. Your child was difficult to save; don’t let impatience cause any mistakes. Calm your emotions and get so peaceful sleep first."
Shannon Quinn took a deep breath, dismissing the idea of an imdiate discharge.
Simon Rhodes is at the frontline, ready to relay any updates promptly, and she should now be rational, ensuring nothing happens to the child.
The recovery efforts lasted three days, confirming ninety-eight fatalities, nine missing, and seven survivors.
After locating Shannon Quinn, the rescue team found five more people in the following two days.
Among them were two ship staff, one swimming coach, and two veterans.
The recovery efforts were nearing completion, but still, there was no news of Landon Sutton.
On the fourth day ca the shipwreck salvage. The gigantic cruise ship slowly surfaced, stripped of its forr grandeur, now in tatters.
The damaged hull seed to tell the story of that fateful day, rendering viewers with inevitable grief.
A group once happy vacationing now reduced to cold, lifeless remains.
An imnse sorrow for both the bereaved relatives and the public.
The shipwreck recovery concluded, yet rescue boats kept searching the surrounding seas for those missing.
Landon Sutton was among those on the list.
Knowing how slim the chances of survival were, Shannon Quinn still stood with Simon Rhodes every day at the dock waiting for news.
But each day’s news remained the sa: No update yet.
Shannon Quinn waited from day till night at the dock, feeling that although everyone doubted his survival, he was rely waiting in so hidden corner unbeknownst to others, waiting for them to find him.
He’s still alive.
She was unwavering.
In the pouring rain, all the boats were docked, with none operating.
Simon Rhodes stood at the top of the stairs with an umbrella, watching Shannon Quinn’s slender figure in the rain.
He descended one step at a ti to her side: "Shannon, the rain is heavy. Head back for now; I’ll notify you if there’s any news."
Shannon Quinn withdrew her gaze from the boundless sea, turning to Simon Rhodes, asking, "Mr. Rhodes, do you believe he’s still alive?"
Simon Rhodes paused.
Initially, he firmly believed in Landon Sutton’s superior physical and ntal agility, greatly increasing his chances of survival, but now, six days after the shipwreck, his search team had combed through most surrounding islands, yet still with no news.
Honestly, his confidence in Landon Sutton still being alive had diminished significantly, yet seeing Shannon Quinn persist on this fragile glimr of hope, he couldn’t extinguish it for her.
"He’s fine; we haven’t found him yet, that’s all. Our team will continue searching, and once we have news, we’ll bring him back."
If sothing really did happen to him, Simon Rhodes preferred never locating him, imagining him alive sowhere unknown was preferable to witnessing his cold, stiff body.
Shannon Quinn took a deep breath, unwilling to dwell on grim outcos, aware perhaps those hopeful thoughts were self-delusions.
Simon Rhodes: "You’re pregnant, of course, take care of yourself. Perhaps before we find Vincent, Vincent will think of a way to return to you himself. Seeing you like this would make him feel miserable and guilty."
Shannon Quinn’s voice was a bit hoarse: "I want to wait a bit longer."
Simon Rhodes sighed deeply, saying no more, but arranged for a coat to be delivered and stayed by her side at the dock.
Gazing intently at the boundary where sea and sky t in the rainy mist, yet no miracle appeared.
Perhaps the heaven grieved for those on that ship too since the weather had been unfavorable these days.
On the seventh day, all the ships at the dock emitted a deep, lancholic sound of whistles.
The sound was dampened, evoking sorrow from the listeners.
White chrysanthemums for mourning were placed along the dock, exposed to heavy rain, petals scattered, lifelessly sprawled across the ground.
Shannon Quinn held a black umbrella, standing amongst the crowd in silent tribute. Compared to the grieving cries of other victims’ relatives, she remained much calr.
Because she always believed, Landon Sutton was still alive.
Regardless of how long.
She would wait for him to co back.
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