The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1244

Kane just scoffed. “Sammie? Who’s that? Out here, we make the rules!”

Before he finished speaking, the bandits swarmed her, snatching her backpack, her phone, and the watch from her wrist.

All of her expensive equipment was plundered in an instant.

Rebecca fought back desperately but was shoved hard to the ground by one of the men.

She fell into the thick snow, and a bone-chilling cold instantly pierced through her insulated suit, freezing her until she was numb.

“Just leave her here,” Kane said, glancing at Rebecca lying in the snow. His tone was as cold and unforgiving as the arctic wind. “In this weather, she’ll be a frozen statue in less than three hours.”

The bandits roared with laughter, shouldered their stolen goods, and drove off in the snow-terrain vehicle.

The sound of the engine gradually faded into the blizzard, leaving Rebecca all alone in the vast, white wasteland.

The heavy snow fell faster and thicker, soon covering most of her body.

The biting wind sliced at her face like a knife, the pain so intense she was close to losing all feeling.

She tried to struggle to her feet, but her strength was completely gone. Even lifting a hand felt like an impossible task.

Despair washed over her like a tidal wave.

She stared up at the gray, dreary sky, and an image of Sammie’s face began to form in her mind.

The silent, reserved man who always followed her, who was always the first to rush to her side whenever she was in danger.

It turned out he was right.

This place really was dangerous.

Was she never going to see him again?

Rebecca’s consciousness began to fade, her eyelids as heavy as lead.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness completely, she heard the faint roar of a vehicle in the distance.

The sound grew closer, clearer.

She remembered the faint sound of an engine in the blizzard before she passed out, remembered someone saying, “Sammie sent us.”

A strange, unidentifiable feeling washed over her.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on the window.

“He… he never came?” she asked again, a hint of hope in her voice she hadn’t even realized was there.

The man’s lips pressed into a hard, straight line. After a few seconds of silence, he finally said in a low voice, “No.”

The beeping of the monitor suddenly sounded incredibly harsh.

Rebecca slowly closed her eyes, the light within them dimming, bit by bit.

Of course. He had his official fiancée now. Why would he personally come all the way to this frozen hell for her?

The men he sent were probably just a way to appease his father.