It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“Greyson!”

Jerico shouted sternly and instinctively reached out to grab, but caught nothing but air.

The wind howled.

That figure vanished instantly into the clouds and mist.

Allison’s body stiffened, her face turned slightly pale, and her fingers gripped the railing tightly.

Jerico immediately pulled her into his arms, covering her eyes. “Don’t look.”

He then turned and shouted, “Call the rescue team! Hurry!”

The waiting felt suffocatingly long.

The mountain wind was biting, tossing Allison’s hair into disarray.

She leaned against Jerico, her body trembling-not out of sorrow, but from a primal, physiological shudder.

Jerico kept stroking her back, soothing her in a low voice, “It’s all right, I’m here.”

An hour later, news came from the rescue team: “Found him! He’s wedged between a pine tree and rocks halfway up the mountain, not quite dead, but…”

After a long while, several rescuers climbed up with a stretcher, struggling with every step.

Greyson on the stretcher was barely recognizable as a person.

He was lucky-a tree had caught him-but his left leg was twisted grotesquely, his whole body covered in blood, his face slashed to ribbons by branches, his chest heaving violently, and blood kept pouring from his mouth.

When he saw Allison, his unfocused pupils miraculously found clarity.

With the last of his strength, he raised his mangled hand, trying to reach Allison’s skirt.

“Allie… Allie…”

His breath was barely a thread, and every word brought up blood.

“For…give… me…..”

Everyone watched Allison.

Allison stepped out of Jerico’s embrace and tidied her windblown hair.

Step by step, she walked to the stretcher, looking down at the man who had jumped for “atonement.”

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