Chapter 94


    Ivy re-entered the jungle, clutching herst ounce of courage in her despair. Ivy, thankfully, had


    changed intofortable leather sneakers before boarding the ne.


    Otherwise, she''d have to wait for her death.


    The trees in the woods towered several dozen meters above the ground. They weren''t as lush and


    dense because the thickness of each one was at least the width of several people. The trees were


    also a species she had never seen before.


    She strolled, step by step. She scraped her hands on the sharp tree branches, and the blood


    streaks were visible against her pale skin.


    On the other hand, she was not in the mood to be concerned about these minor injuries.


    She was going to die, after all.


    "Do you see any fruit, Simba?" Ivy''s voice was hoarse and dry as she inquired.


    Simba shook its head, its response as unsatisfactory as usual.


    She took a cautious step forward, feeling exhausted and dizzy. Her head felt as if it were spinning.


    She tripped over something unexpectedly. Her body fell forward unconsciously, tossing her onto the


    muddy ground.


    Simba crawled out of her pocket and circled her with trepidation. It suddenly looked behind Ivy and


    slipped back into her coat pocket as if sensing something.


    "There are people, Mama."


    Ivy wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn''t because she couldn''t control her body. She thought


    she heard heavy footstepsnd around her.


    Someone was talking in gibberish.


    ''What is thisnguage?''


    Ivy had grown up knowing seventeennguages, but she didn''t understand this one.


    On this ind, there were people. It was indeed a miracle! She had been looking for a long time but


    had never noticed this! Ivy''s imagined rescue, on the other hand, did not seem quite right.


    ''Howe they''re only pulling my limbs and carrying me as if they''re about to destroy me?''


    The path was so uneven that she thought her joints would dislocate! Ivy couldn''t help but think of aText property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    picture she''d seen before.


    A roasted pig is being carried into the kitchen.


    ''OMG, am I not already miserable?'' Ivy swore that if these were Wyatt Reed''s people, she would


    "thank" him properly! If it were a member of the Morgan family, she wouldin to Helios that


    the people he sent were unprofessional, rough, and impatient. If it was a third-party rescue worker,


    she could not put up with it.


    Even after a long time, they did not arrive at their destination. Her consciousness was thrown


    entirely into darkness due to the bumpy journey.


    ON THE other side, Ken made every effort to invite Sebastian over. The rescue operation would


    only be faster and more efficient if the two parties talked about it and worked together.


    Wyatt''s mental state was already bordering on insanity and paranoia. Ken was worried that if this


    continued, Wyatt would copse.


    Sebastian handed over a bottle of vodka. Wyatt''s eyes werepletely bloodshot when he looked


    up. At a nce, it was clear that he had been awake for several days and nights.


    Wyatt frowned but didn''t say anything when Sebastian approached.


    It looked like his only goal in life was to save Ivy.


    Sebastian took a seat next to a box. He quickly opened the bottle with his teeth and spat the cap


    into the sea.


    They had never despised the sea more than they did now! There was, however, nothing they could


    do.


    Sebastian tilted his head and drank a few mouthfuls of vodka. His bloodshot eyes mocked Wyatt.


    "Do you have to be this way? For whom are you attempting to act?"


    Wyatt''s jaw clenched in a straight line. His brow furrowed. His gaze swept indifferently past


    Sebastian and the massive waves crashing on the sea.


    It was depressing to be alone. He didn''t have to exin anything, and he couldn''t either. In the


    Morgans'' eyes, he was an unforgivable jerk who had harmed Ivy.


    He had even personally dispatched Ivy to her demise. He couldn''t even forgive himself, let alone


    Sebastian.


    Sebastian gave a cold snort. When he looked at Wyatt, his eyes went cold and calm. He was also


    dealing with a lot of emotional ups and downs.


    "You''ve done enough, ording to my father. You owe us nothing, and you don''t have to repay us


    with your life. Wyatt Reed, please return. I''ll find my sister on my own."


    The air around them was tinged with a cool plum. Wyatt''s dark eyes shifted to Sebastian. His face


    was frosty, and his voice was hoarse.


    "This isn''t for the Morgans. I''m doing it for Ivy!"


    ''For the sake of a speck of chance! As long as her body was not discovered, there was still hope.


    How could I abandon her?'' Wyatt pondered.


    When Sebastian heard those words, he paused briefly. Every single one of those words pierced his


    heart.


    "Then why did you previously treat her like shit? No one in my family treats her harshly, but you


    treated her like she was a bag of trash and returned her to us."


    Wyatt''s face was utterly bloodless in an instant.