Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 801:

Joelle prayed to every force she could fathom. As long as she could find Adrian, she would surrender to anything.

When she woke, she fought to stay awake. Sitting on the hospital bed, her legs cocooned in an electric blanket, she watched as the night grew darker. Gradually, some feeling returned to her limbs. Without a moment’s hesitation, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her determination steeling her. She was going to find Adrian herself.

Callan stepped forward, blocking her way. “Mrs. Miller, the search teams are out there looking! Please, take care of yourself first!”

“Callan, don’t stop me,” Joelle’s voice was unnervingly calm, masking the panic that churned within her. “He’s still buried under the snow. How can I just sit here? I have to find him, make sure he’s alright!”

Callan, unable to deter her, organized a team to follow Joelle. They carried flashlights, their beams cutting through the endless white landscape, casting shadows that stretched long across the snow. They couldn’t afford to shout, for any sound might trigger another avalanche.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the rescue teams, the collapsed cabin had been located by daylight. But the snow had piled up three meters high, and it was impossible to tell if anyone buried beneath it was still alive.noveldrama

Joelle was exhausted, her breath visible in the biting cold as she panted. Her eyes, red and swollen from fatigue, locked onto a piece of wood protruding from the snow. Without hesitation, she dragged her heavy legs toward it. Grabbing a shovel from the rescue team, she threw herself into the task, her mind solely focused on digging.

“Mrs. Miller, let me do it!” Callan stepped in, taking the shovel from her when he saw how much she was struggling.

Joelle knew she couldn’t be a burden at this crucial moment. Everyone around her shared the same desperate need to find Adrian. Knowing she was running out of strength, Joelle quietly sat to the side, waiting, her heart hammering in her chest.

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She had no idea how much time had passed when the wind and snow began to whip up again on the mountain. The snow they had cleared piled up nearly two meters high, nearly swallowing the rescuers in its depths.

“Stop! I think we’ve found someone!”

At the shout, Joelle sprang to her feet, heart racing as she rushed to the center of the crowd. Several wooden planks were stacked together, their edges buried in snow, but Joelle noticed slight movements beneath them. When the flashlight beam hit the planks, the snow shifted, revealing the faint outline of a human form beneath the wood.

Realizing that using a shovel could harm the person, Joelle instinctively began digging with her hands. The combined efforts of a dozen rescuers worked quickly, clearing away the heavy planks. As the last piece of wood was lifted, Joelle’s heart clenched.

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