Web Fic
Chapter 409
Pax couldn't believe his eyes. Everything his uncle had said turned out to be true. It was the first time he had seen his mother in such a wild state her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted with a sinister expression, like a demon freshly clawing its way out of hell, her hands smeared with blood. He was scared out of his mind. Completely terrified.
Claire's venomous words, dripping with illogic and arrogance, treating life like it was nothing more than ants underfoot, they all showed him a different side of his monther. It was like she was a stranger. Pax felt like someone had dropped a bomb in his world, bullets flying, shards of his life cutting through flesh and bone. In an instant, his world was left in tatters, completely unrecognizable.
He had no clue how long he'd been on that rooftop. It wasn't until he saw a helicopter coming back that he started to snap out of it. He jumped to his feet.
"Uncle..." he called out, hoping it was Connor returning. Then it hit him-Chloe had jumped into the sea. In that moment, the raging storm inside him turned to ice. Nothing else mattered now. Chloe was all that mattered.
Pax sprinted towards the helicopter. To his dismay, it wasn't Connor who stepped out, but Teddy. Grabbing Teddy's arm, he asked frantically, "Teddy, where's Uncle Connor? Did you find Chloe? She's still alive, right?"
Teddy's face was grave. "We couldn't find anyone. The storm's already here. I had to come back."
Pax staggered back, nearly collapsing. Then, out of nowhere, he turned and dashed out, running like a madman. The first person he found was Ruben. Only then did Ruben realize both Chloe and Connor were missing. Diana had also fallen into the sea but had been rescued.
The show had started with eight guests. By the last day, only four were left. Now, two were missing, their fates unknown. Ruben stood there, stunned. He couldn't shoulder this responsibility, especially since Eldridge Entertainment was the main sponsor and producer of the reality show. For the past few days, Claire's team had completely controlled the live broadcast and decided what the audience saw. He hadn't objected—until now. With lives on the line, he had to take back control.
The production team had a professional rescue squad for emergencies. They had all been dispatched but soon returned. The storm had hit. Waves soared meters high, making helicopter rescues and speedboats useless. Marian was on the brink of losing it. Even Jeffery in Eldridge City had heard the news. Thousands of rescuers had set out, only to be trapped by the storm, unable to reach Angel Island.
Night fell, and Angel Island wasContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
battered by fierce winds. Palm trees bowed, the sea whipped up
sandstorms, creating tiny tornadoes on the beach. The storm raged,
leaving chaos in its wake, like th
end of the world. Pax watched the howling wind outside, shivering. His eyes were bloodshot, his fingers clenched, and finally, he punched the glass. Blood streamed, but he didn't feel the pain. It seemed like only physical pain could make him feel slightly better.
The door creaked open. Pax turned around. Claire stood there, looking like she had just showered. She had changed into a pristine, custom-made suit. Even at night, her makeup was flawless, her hair perfectly styled.