True Love Waits novel Chapter 575

Before Wesley left, Hartwell reminded him, "Be careful!"

Wesley nodded. "Don't worry. I'll bring her back safe and sound."

Staring at his retreating figure, Hartwell had mixed feelings about this. 'I know he cares for Blair a lot. Why does he keep pushing her away?'

After half an hour, Wesley's phone buzzed. He stopped to drink some water, and then fished his phone from his waterproof holster. It was a WeChat message from Blair.

A myriad of feelings welled up in Wesley when he read it. He didn't reply to the message, but instead picked up the pace.

On his way up the mountain, he met quite a few rescue workers and tourists, but Blair was not among them.

As time went by, the four people that had come with him descended the mountain once more, bringing some tourists they had saved with them. Still, Blair was nowhere to be found.

The rain was beginning to ease off, which made it a little easier.

When Wesley located Miller, the water was already chest-high. The rescue workers had to use flotation devices to continue their operation. Miller and his colleagues were stranded where the flow was sluggish. Therefore, two rescue workers were able to lead them to safety and wrap them in dry blankets.

Wesley scanned the crowd carefully, but Blair was not among them.

His heart started racing wildly and he couldn't help but blame Miller for not having taken good care of her.

Wesley moved forward cautiously, and to his surprise, he spotted two figures on a huge stone, blocked by a tree.

Judging from their slim figures, he could tell they were two girls. They were hugging each other to keep warm.

One of them was wearing a pink coat and leaning on the shoulder of the other girl. Wesley couldn't see her face clearly and was not sure if that was Blair.

Even though he had not seen her for a long time now, his heart told him she must be Blair.

Wesley scanned his surroundings. It wouldn't be easy to get to her. The current of the flood had developed whitecaps, pushing a mass of deadly debris with it. If the current didn't catch him, the debris would surely crush him, carrying his battered body away.

He called two rescue workers over, who were busy saving Miller and his colleagues. In ten minutes, they were at his side. They also saw the two girls. One of them shook his head. "We can't get there. The going is too treacherous. You don't want to get caught in that. Let's wait a bit for the rain to let up. That might let things slow down and you'd have an easier time of it."

Wesley's eyes darkened. "Wait a bit?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's courting death if we try to get to them."

Wesley's eyes were as cold as ice. "Don't you see that they don't have much time? If we keep waiting, they'll die of exposure."

"But the place they are—"

Before the man could finish speaking, Wesley took the rescue equipment away from him and told the other rescue worker, "You! Come with me!"

"Yes!"

With a bullhorn, the man instructed the girl beside Blair to fasten the rescue rope to the big tree.

Blair seemed to have passed out. She lay huddled up on the rock and didn't respond to their requests.