Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1177

Yanny took a few deep breaths. She supported herself by the headboard and slowly sat down by the side of the bed.

She contacted Henry, “Hello, Henry. Do you have any news of Shayne yet?”

Henry’s voice was hurried. “Madam, I’m currently at the borders of Switzerland. I’ve used some of our contacts to get people to search for Master Shayne but there’s still no news up till now. Master Shayne started going up the Alps forty-eight hours before the avalanche.

“Master Shayne and the others must have hiked the highest peak, the Mont Blanc. If they were successful, they were probably on their way down when the avalanche happened.”

Yanny choked a few times. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “If there is any news, contact me immediately.”

“Definitely. Madam, don’t worry. Master Shayne is lucky. God will bless him.”

Yes. Shayne was always lucky. Nothing would happen to him.

When they were about to hang up the phone, Yanny suddenly said, “Henry.”

She paused for a while, then said firmly. “No matter whether he’s dead or alive, we have to find him.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Yanny hung up the phone. When she clutched her phone and sat by the bedside, she looked at the small alarm clock by her study table. It was three in the morning in London at that moment.

The snowfall outside had stopped. However, she did not know if it would continue the following day during the daytime.

The snowfall was not too huge. Even if it started snowing in the middle of the journey, the flight might be bumpy but it should not be a problem.

Yanny was extremely calm. She packed a few simple clothes and changed the ones she was currently in. She carried a backpack, took her car keys, and left.

It was in the middle of the night. Grandma and Hajar were still asleep.

She left a note and stuck it in the fridge, not wanting them to worry.

She drove her white car all the way to the airport.

London streets in the middle of the night were extremely empty. There was snow everywhere.

However, the car that was going the distance plowed through the white snow, leaving traces on the road. It was silent and decadent, but firmly full of life.

Yanny has always driven very stably, yet at a fast speed.

When she reached the airport, she sat in her car and took a deep breath as she checked some flights on her handphone. Once she confirmed her flight and the time, she carried her backpack and headed into the airport.

Before boarding, she called Henry and asked him for his current location so she could meet with him.

On the other side of the phone call, Henry was stunned. He did not expect that Yanny would come all the way to Switzerland.

“If Master Shayne knew that you came to find him, he would be extremely happy.”

Yanny did not know what to feel. She said, “He has to be alive to be happy then.”

He better be alive and well.

If he were dead, it would be better if she did not know. She would pretend that he was well and alive. They would be able to live this life in peace with each other.

People who were hurt by each other, even if they loved each other again, did not have to be together for it to be the best ending. Forgetting each other was also a kind of fulfillment and silent joy.

However, if people close to him told her about his life or death, how could she pretend to do nothing?

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At the bottom of the Swiss Alps, there were rows and rows of professional rescue personnel.

It was white everywhere they looked.

After Yanny and Henry met up to facilitate waiting for news and searching for Shayne, they decided to check in into a hotel by the bottom of the mountain.

At that moment, it was entering into the 20th hour that Shayne went missing. If they still could not find him in 48 hours, the possibility of him surviving would be very low.

Due to her anxiety, Yanny’s abdomen had already cramped a few times. It was excruciatingly painful. She squatted down on the ground full of snow for a long time.