The entire black Mercedes-Benz was buried in mud, where only part of its tail was left exposed.
As the rain caused the mud to flow relentlessly, the car was covered by so much of it that there were no openings at all.
Whoever was inside would've suffocated to death by then.
With a grim expression on his face, Armand stumbled toward it.
Picking up a shovel, he began to dig up the mud on the side of the car.
When they finally cleared a path to the backseat window,
Armand dropped to his knees and began scooping the debris away by hand while holding his breath.
He prayed hard that she wasn't inside and had been swept away by the mud. However, when he realized the chances of survival were lower that way, he ended up changing his mind.
Regardless, given the amount of time that had passed, he realized it would have been impossible for her to have held out.
By the time the mud was cleared from the window,
Armand's heart sank, for the car was flooded with mud from the inside.
“Mister, let us do it,” the rescuer beside Armand suggested solemnly. “If there's anyone inside, they wouldn't have survived.”
“I must find her” Armand answered in a raspy voice.
Even if she was dead, he had to see the body with his own eyes.
As Armand desperately dug the mud out of the car, the fact that his fingers were bleeding from being cut by tree branches didn't slow him down at all.
“Mando!”
All of a sudden, he thought he was dreaming when he seemed to hear Genevieve's voice calling out to him amidst the rain.
No sooner had he turned around than he saw a blurry figure approach him.
Despite the rain, he clearly recognized her from the silhouette of her features.
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