Apart from the possibility of chanical failure, the weather that day was excellent. There wasn’t any severe weather, so it couldn’t have been weather-related.
Where did the problem go wrong?
She couldn’t figure it out at first, but Elias Patel’s words sparked sothing in her mind.
The person who was supposed to be on that private plane that day was her!
Hope Williams staggered slightly.
An answer began forming in her mind.
This was a preditation.
The ones ant to board that plane were her, Waylon Lewis, Luke, and Willow!
And the one who planned all this, who wanted her dead—besides Ted Williams, she couldn’t think of anyone else.
If she had died in the crash that day, Ted Williams would have been completely at ease.
But he didn’t foresee Luna Williams causing such a major commotion, disrupting all his plans.
Hope Williams took a deep breath, guilt and self-reproach surging through her heart.
If it weren’t for her, Christopher Lewis and Alitzel Williams would never have been dragged into this ss.
Beyond the guilt and self-bla, a cold, boundless fury burned in Hope Williams’ eyes.
Ted Williams, for the sake of securing the Williams Clan for himself, wasn’t just aiming to kill her—even Waylon Lewis, Luke, and Willow weren’t spared from his calculations.
A private plane carrying their family of four, Christopher Lewis, Alitzel Williams, the pilot, the bodyguards—over a dozen lives.
Hope Williams tightly suppressed her rage, desperately restraining the hatred boiling in her heart. Never had she wanted to kill soone so badly as at this mont.
Ted Williams was a thousand tis more ruthless than she had imagined.
Leaving the café, every step Hope Williams took felt unbearably heavy.
She stood still, pulling out her phone, her gaze lingering over the phone number, hesitating to press the dial button.
She didn’t know how to voice this to Waylon Lewis.
He had kept it from her to avoid making her worry. She worried that if she asked, he would then worry about her!
These past few days must have been sheer tornt for him.
With his parents’ plane crash leaving their survival uncertain, having to shoulder the company’s burdens and also care for her—yet whenever he saw her, he had to keep up a flawless facade.
She truly...
Her heart ached!
After a long while, Hope Williams hovered over Waylon Lewis’ number, tears streaming uncontrollably.
Gripping her phone tighter, Hope Williams opted to call Liam Cloud instead.
"Rare for you to call . What’s up?"
Hope Williams took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice catching with faint sobs.
Liam Cloud instantly noticed the unusual tension in her tone, imdiately dropping his teasing deanor.
"Crying? What happened?"
"...Did you also hear about the Lewis Family’s private plane crash?"
Liam Cloud paused briefly.
Hope Williams pressed her lips together, "Can you tell about it?"
Liam Cloud’s voice sank slightly, "Where are you now?"
Hope Williams gave him her current location.
"Stay put."
...
Fifteen minutes later, when the car stopped before Hope Williams, her gaze dropped slightly, lost in thought, oblivious to its arrival.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a man’s sharp yet gentle features, shadowed by an unmistakable pain in his dark eyes.
He stepped out of the car, extending a clean handkerchief with his gracefully poised fingers, "Wipe your tears."
Hope Williams’ lashes trembled slightly, her tearful eyes lifting to et Liam Cloud’s gaze. After a brief pause, she took the handkerchief and inhaled deeply, "Are they... still alive?"
Liam Cloud’s hand tightened slightly.
"First, dry your tears. I can’t stand seeing you cry."
Hope Williams lowered her head to scrub at her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed. Fear and helplessness encircled her like thorns.
Noticing her distress, Liam Cloud raised his hand, intending to pat her shoulder for comfort, but ultimately let it fall back down, hesitant.
Hope Williams clenched her jaws tightly, forcibly swallowing back her tears before finally raising her head to face him.
"Alright, go on."
Liam Cloud sighed, "The plane didn’t experience technical failure at the ti. The problem lay with the pilot—suspected of being bribed or threatened."
Just as Hope Williams had surmised, the plane wasn’t at fault.
"The latest news from yesterday—the discovery of one of the bodyguards who parachuted out during the incident."
Hope Williams’ lips quivered slightly, "If one of the bodyguards survived by parachuting, then they could survive too, couldn’t they?"
Liam Cloud hesitated, "You could say that—the chances of survival are fairly high. But..."
Hope Williams held her breath, "But what?"
"But they haven’t been found yet, and that part is very strange."
They had searched extensively, expending all available manpower and resources, yet still found no trace.
Optimistically, it could simply be a matter of ti before they were found.
Pessimistically, if their parachutes had malfunctioned, their bodies could be gone without a trace.
In an interdiate scenario, perhaps they survived but fell into enemy hands and were being hidden away.
Liam Cloud shared his theories with Hope Williams.
Hope Williams’ brow twitched sharply, her voice trembling, "So there’s also a possibility they fell into Ted Williams’ hands?"
"Yes, the possibility isn’t negligible."
The biggest problem was that this was rely speculation. The other two possibilities were equally viable, and currently, there were no leads at all. People had already been sent to surveil Ted Williams and the Williams Family, but no suspicious traces had surfaced—nothing concrete to go on. All they could do was continue searching.
Hope Williams felt a vague sense of dread gnawing steadily at her.
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