Casper slowly got to his feet, brushing the sand off his clothes. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to Dillon. "Call for backup and make sure she's alright," he instructed.
"Mr. Casper, your injuries..." Dillon's voice trailed off, concern etched on his face. Eliza had stabbed Casper not too long ago and he hadn't fully healed. Was he really going to dive into that stormy sea?
Without a second thought, Casper plunged into the churning waters. The wind howled, and rain poured down in torrents, turning the sea into a chaotic mess.
Aaron was the first to return, shivering and blue-lipped from the cold. "Eliza, I couldn't find Brock," he said, his voice trembling. It was impossible to blame him; he looked like he'd been through hell.
Eliza nodded slightly, her eyes glued to the spot where Casper had disappeared into the waves. Her son was so young and had been lost in the sea for so long. She was terrified, her legs barely holding her up.
Dillon stood behind her, holding an umbrella, his face mirroring her worry. "Don't worry, Brock will be okay," Aaron tried to reassure her, but Eliza only stared sorrowfully at the turbulent sea, tears streaming down her face.
She never imagined she'd rely on Casper for anything. Could she trust him to give his all? What choice did she have now?
"Ms. Valerie, why don't you come to the yacht and rest for a bit?" Dillon suggested. He'd already called for a rescue team, and they would be arriving soon. "If Mr. Casper promised to help, he'll give it his all."
Eliza shook her head. She wasn't leaving until she saw her son safe.
Under the water, Casper dived deeper, driven by his experience and determination. The sea was a swirling, unforgiving force, and he wasn't sure if he could find Brock.
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