Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 356: Won’t Die

Julius Shaw seed to return to his childhood.

In that small dark room.

He was locked inside, one day, two days... many days, abandoned by everyone, forsaken by the world.

The door closed, and he was engulfed by the darkness of the little black room.

The light in Julius Shaw’s eyes gradually faded, leaving only endless darkness.

Nancy Allen didn’t want him anymore.

He had no reason to stay in this world anymore.

In the pain of emotion, Julius Shaw held Nancy Allen’s hand too tightly, and Nancy mumbled, "Godfery Shaw, it hurts."

Julius Shaw loosened his grip as if he were frightened.

Nancy was calling for Godfery Shaw.

The violent and sinister look in Julius Shaw’s eyes gradually beca peaceful.

The personality belonging to Julius Shaw was gradually disappearing.

It vanished because of a word from Nancy Allen.

In the final mont, he was very calm, looking at Nancy Allen, just looking at her.

Born for her, and in the end, leaving for her, as it should be.

Just as Julius Shaw’s consciousness was about to fade away, he saw a faint light.

It was the pink diamond glow on Nancy Allen’s earlobe.

Before he plunged eternally into darkness, he saw that bit of light.

Nancy!

No!

She has a place for him in her heart, just like that corner of the earlobe; it doesn’t belong to anyone else, only to him, Julius Shaw. She wouldn’t abandon him!

She’s just sick, she’s just not clear-headed!

"I’ll ask her myself when she wakes up!" Julius Shaw’s personality seed to clutch at its last straw, and after saying this, it fell silent.

It didn’t vanish forever, it just fell silent.

Godfery Shaw regained consciousness, still holding Nancy Allen.

Affected by the despair of the other personality, his expression was one of both laughter and tears.

Since enough ti had passed, he gave Nancy Allen more fever-reducing dicine.

The sky was gradually darkening.

Tonight, a bright moon hung high, and the cold moonlight spread, shrouding everything in sorrow.

They had been on the island for several hours, Godfery Shaw kept Nancy Allen in his arms, using dry grass to block the night wind.

The firepit burned continuously, never extinguishing.

Nancy Allen, sleepy and curled up in Godfery Shaw’s embrace, had no fear with him there.

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anwhile, those searching for them outside were red-eyed from exhaustion.

Hailey Smith, with a bandage wrapped around her forehead, murmured, "Why can’t we locate them? We’ve clearly analyzed the chip, why is it impossible to locate them?"

Clent held the computer, solemnly saying, "Right now, it’s presud there’s no signal. Without any signal, only within five hundred ters can the terminal sense anything."

Hailey Smith clutched her head in pain, squatting down, "How can this happen? How can this happen? Even that devil Hardy was found, where’s the Young Master? Where’s Young Madam?"

Often things are just that helpless. Hardy, who was supposed to escape with a jet ski, was drugged by Nancy Allen and sank into the river, but was inadvertently fished out by Basil Smith and his team during their search.

The ones they truly wanted to find, however, had no trace.

Basil Smith stood on the boat, looking at the turbulent water, his voice firm and composed, "What’s all the noise about! Keep searching, expand the range, the Young Master won’t die."

Basil Smith seed to be resolute from beginning to end.

So steadfast that everyone couldn’t help but believe him.

The darkening made it undoubtedly harder for them to find the people.

Godfery Shaw and Nancy Allen were swept away by the current, in this cold water, everyone knew that after nightfall their chances of surviving were slimr.

Emma Lewis sat at the prow, having been silent for a long ti.

She heard Basil Smith’s words, with reddened eyes, she asked, "Will they really not die?"

Basil Smith affird, "They won’t die."

Emma Lewis nodded, mustering her spirits.

At this mont, everyone needed a backbone, and Basil Smith was that backbone.

Basil Smith’s body wasn’t strong, he wasn’t tall, even his personality was so serious that it seed neither warm nor fiery, but he possessed a calm determination stronger than anyone else.

At this mont, if Basil Smith didn’t fall, no one would.

Eight boats hastily found nearby, over a dozen speedboats, heading downstream, checking all places along the banks, searching for signs of Godfery Shaw.

But there’s no way to leave traces in the water, even if there were, they’d be erased by the surging waves, making their search very difficult.

Suddenly, soone on the speedboat ahead shouted in surprise, "Over here, over here, there’s a fallen tree lying in the water, a piece of clothing is caught on the branches, it’s the Young Master’s! It’s really the Young Master’s!"

Basil Smith’s boat quickly headed in that direction.

Clent, holding the computer, suddenly shouted, "There’s intermittent signals, it’s the Young Master’s location signal! He’s really nearby!"

Joy spread over everyone’s faces.

Basil Smith staggered slightly, the tight string in his heart finally loosened a bit, his always-straight back slightly bending from a deep breath.

He bore everyone’s hopes, he bore the unknown fate of the Young Master.

Everyone saw his determination; no one knew how much pressure he was under.

Emma Lewis quickly reached out to support Basil Smith, suddenly realizing why she liked Basil Smith.

When a crisis cos, he... stands tall and unyielding.

Basil Smith croaked, "Dock imdiately, locate the pinpoint, warm clothes, doctors, and dications, follow up."

Following Basil Smith’s orders, everyone quickly and thodically ca ashore.

They saw footprints on this deserted island.

It must be them! The Young Master and Young Madam are still alive!

In the darkness, although lit by flashlights, the path was hard to tread.

Hailey Smith stumbled while running, got up, and continued to run forward without stopping, pointing ahead with a choked voice, "I see firelight! Ahead! There’s firelight ahead!"

Everyone excitedly rushed forward.

Under the night, illuminated by the strong flashlight beams, everyone trudged forward, so steps deep, so shallow.

They saw the living Young Master and Young Madam.

By the firelight, Godfery Shaw got up, holding Nancy Allen crosswise in his arms.

Godfery Shaw’s trousers were filthy, his back began seeping blood at so unknown point, one side of his face bore scratches from stones, yet the person in his arms, her dress was still white, her long hair gently fluttering in the night breeze, like a sleeping beauty.

One looked bedraggled, the other as pristine as ever.

It’s hard to imagine these two fell into the river at the sa ti.

Emma Lewis, upon seeing this scene, truly recognized Godfery Shaw at this mont.

Godfery Shaw, perhaps largely due to emotional impedints, had only Nancy Allen in his life, so much so that back then, he didn’t even acknowledge his child.

But for Nancy Allen, he could risk his life again and again.

At any ti, no matter how bedraggled or desolate, he would always protect Nancy Allen well.

Godfery Shaw, upon seeing Basil Smith, asked first, "Did you bring a doctor?"

Basil Smith imdiately nodded, "Young Master, we did."

Ian Bailey, quite aged, was almost carried by two bodyguards, one on each side.

Basil Smith also knew dicine, but compared to Ian Bailey, he was still lacking.

After the positioning failed, Basil Smith feared sothing might happen and had soone bring Mr. Bailey over imdiately.

Ian Bailey stepped forward to feel Godfery Shaw’s pulse.

Godfery Shaw said in a deep voice, "Not , her."