“Yes,” Tom confirmed with a nod. “Using the scraps of fabric and footprints you and Miss Reed left
behind, I led the rescue team on a search. We happened to run into a villager who had a doctor in tow
and I went up to them, asking whether they’d seen you and Miss Reed after showing them your photos.
Surprisingly, the villager informed me that the both of you were put up in her home and she was
bringing the doctor to attend to your injuries.”
Only the heavens knew how overwhelmed with relief Tom was when he saw the lake at the bottom of
the mountain.
He knew that the trajectory of the fall from the cliff would be a straight line, based on the person’s
weight, unless there was a landslide or a strong gust of wind that manipulated physics.
As such, when he came across the lake, he knew for sure that Toby and Sonia were still alive.
Following that, he asked the rescue team to search the surrounding area for any trails or clues that
Toby and Sonia could have left behind.
Sure enough, the team eventually found the fabric from her cloth. At that point, Tom was sure that she
had intentionally left behind the fabric. From there, he traced their path to the cave where he came
upon Sonia and Toby’s clothes, but they were gone.
It was then that he realized he was too late; Sonia and Toby had already left, so he urged the rest of
the team to search the area surrounding the cave. At last, they managed to uncover footprints that led
them to the missing duo.
After having heard the explanation, Toby slowly nodded in comprehension. “I see.”
Tom went on to add, “When we found you, you were running a high fever. If the villager hadn’t asked a
doctor to attend to you in time, the fever might have...”
The fever might have caused some serious damage. Tom had left this unsaid, but Toby more or less
picked up on it.
He gave Tom a withering look and drawled icily, “The villager might have found me a doctor, but Sonia
was the one who saved my life. She carried me down the mountain in time before you and your team
arrived; heaven knows how long that would have taken.”
Upon hearing this, Tom opened his mouth and closed it again, suddenly at a loss for words. He knew
Toby had a point. If Sonia hadn’t found the villager in time, Tom and the rescue team would have
arrived to find Toby delirious from the fever.
He distinctly remembered the villager telling him that Sonia was carrying Toby on her back when she
asked for help. Toby had already passed out by then and she was so drained from carrying him that
she collapsed in exhaustion.
At that moment, Tom finally understood why they had only found a single set of footprints on the
mountain trails.
“I’m sorry for having spoken out of turn, President Fuller,” Tom admitted sheepishly and apologetically
bowed his head.
Toby waved his hand to brush this incident off. “Have you thanked the villager who helped us?”
“I have,” Tom answered.
After humming in response, Toby added, “There was a driver who helped us as well and I’d like to
thank him for it.” With that, he recited the license plate number to Tom.
The moment that Tom took down the number, he asked, “President Fuller, how exactly did this driver
help you?”
“He gave us a lead on how Sonia had been taken up the mountains and he bravely stopped Declan
and his henchmen,” Toby explained with a small smile.
“I see,” Tom acknowledged with a nod. “I’ll have someone look for him after this.”
“Speaking of which, did Declan and his men get caught?” Toby pressed, his eyes narrowing into
dangerous slits.
A rueful Tom shook his head and reported, “I’m sorry, President Fuller, but he escaped. The chopper
that he boarded apparently had aviation clearance to fly out of Seafield, but ours took off from the
helipad atop the company building at the very last minute, so we couldn’t make the arrangements to fly
out of Seafield. All we could do was watch Declan abscond in a plane out of the city.”
One could easily drive around the country as long as it did not involve international border-crossing, but
the same couldn’t be said for flying. There had to be an aviation clearance for all flights into and out of
a specific city or a district. If the aircraft wasn’t authorized to fly out of Seafield, then the military could
be deputized to shoot down the said plane.
It was something that Toby was naturally well aware of, so he did not blame Tom for failing to go after
Declan. He merely pressed his lips into a grim line and asked darkly, “Does that mean we’ve lost track
of Declan?”
“Yes,” Tom replied stiffly. “I’ve been trying to look into his whereabouts for the past few days, though; I
have dispatched our men to Westsanshire and even contacted the military there, but it seems that
Declan’s aircraft didn’t enter the Westsanshire airspace. My guess is that he flew out of Seafield and
headed somewhere else, but the location is still unknown for now.”
“Didn’t you get the Westsanshire military to contact the air force from other districts and cities? Any
foreign aircrafts that enter their airspace would be automatically under the military’s radar,” Toby
pointed out, his brows knitted together.
“Of course I did,” Tom countered, pushing his glasses. “Old Master Fuller was the reason why my
request for the Westsanshire military to contact other air force bases was approved in the first place.
However, the answer that the Westmanshire military received from all the other bases was the same:
Declan’s aircraft was not detected within their respective airspace, which means that he is basically
missing.”
“Missing?” Toby scoffed. A shadow passed over his face as he snapped, “It’s not as if paranormal
forces are at work here. How does a chopper just go missing like that? I think it’s highly possible that
Declan parachuted off the chopper the moment he flew out of Seafield, which explains why his aircraft
was not detected at all.”
“If that were to be true, then the manhunt for Declan would only become all the more challenging.” Tom
looked grave as he said, “Assuming that he parachuted off the chopper, he might have switched to
other modes of transportation and sneaked his way abroad.”
The chances of Declan staying in the country were slim. He had pushed Sonia off a cliff, the same one
in which Toby jumped from to save her. Regardless of whether Toby was dead or alive at this rate,
Declan knew that the Fullers would hunt him down and make him pay for his actions. The idea of
becoming the Fuller Family’s subject of torture was more than enough to dissuade him from remaining
in the country; he would be as good as dead if he didn’t leave.
“Contact every airline and look into all the inbound as well as outbound flights for all international
countries,” Toby ordered coldly.
Tom straightened up. “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away!”
With that, he turned and walked toward the door, but he had only just opened it when his gaze met
Sonia’s. Her hand was in mid-air, as if she was ready to knock.
Sonia hadn’t expected the door to open before she could knock. She hurriedly lowered her hand and
respectfully nodded at him while greeting, “Mr. Brown.”
He kept his eyes on her as he asked plainly, “Are you here to see President Fuller, Miss Reed?”
“Yes,” she replied stoically with a nod. She had noted the less than friendly tone in Tom’s voice and
didn’t think it wise to dish out more pleasantries.
While stepping aside to let her pass through the doorway, Tom noted, “Come on in. President Fuller is
already awake.”
“He is?” She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
“That’s right.” He nodded.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Sonia clasped her hands together as she exclaimed in delight.
Tom observed her expression before his lips curled in dissatisfaction. If I didn’t know better, I would
think she was really in love with President Fuller. However, he did know better and as such, he brushed
past her with an impassive look on his face.
She waited until he was further down the hallway before she slipped into Toby’s room. While closing
the door behind her, she called out gently at the man leaning against the headboard with his eyes
closed, “President Fuller.”
When he heard her voice, Toby’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, joy flickered over his features, but
it was quickly replaced by his usual indifference as he watched the approaching woman, though his
voice was soft as he greeted, “You’re here.”
“Yes, I’m here to see you,” Sonia quipped, coming to a stop next to his bed.
He pointed at the chair across the room and said, “Please sit.”
“Thank you.” She turned to glance at the chair and pulled it over to the bedside. It was only after she
sat down that she began to appraise him.
He still looked a little pale, but not quite as ghastly as when she first saw him after she regained
consciousness. She would like to think that he was recovering well. At the thought of this, she asked
tentatively, “So, how are you feeling now?”
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