The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 94

Ivy re-entered the jungle, clutching her last ounce of courage in her despair. Ivy, thankfully, had changed into comfortable leather sneakers before boarding the plane. Otherwise, she'd have to wait for her death. The trees in the woods towered several dozen meters above the ground. They weren't as lush and dense because the thickness of each one was at least the width of several people. The trees were also a species she had never seen before. She strolled, step by step. She scraped her hands on the sharp tree branches, and the blood streaks were visible against her pale skin. On the other hand, she was not in the mood to be concerned about these minor injuries. She was going to die, after all. "Do you see any fruit, Simba?" Ivy's voice was hoarse and dry as she inquired. Simba shook its head, its response as unsatisfactory as usual. She took a cautious step forward, feeling exhausted and dizzy. Her head felt as if it were spinning. She tripped over something unexpectedly. Her body fell forward unconsciously, tossing her onto the muddy ground. Simba crawled out of her pocket and circled her with trepidation. It suddenly looked behind Ivy and slipped back into her coat pocket as if sensing something. "There are people, Mama." Ivy wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't because she couldn't control her body. She thought she heard heavy footsteps land around her. Someone was talking in gibberish. 'What is this language?' Ivy had grown up knowing seventeen languages, but she didn't understand this one. On this island, there were people. It was indeed a miracle! She had been looking for a long time but had never noticed this! Ivy's imagined rescue, on the other hand, did not seem quite right. 'How come they're only pulling my limbs and carrying me as if they're about to destroy me?' The path was so uneven that she thought her joints would dislocate! Ivy couldn't help but think of a

picture she'd seen before. A roasted pig is being carried into the kitchen. 'OMG, am I not already miserable?' Ivy swore that if these were Wyatt Reed's people, she would "thank" him properly! If it were a member of the Morgan family, she would complain to Helios that the people he sent were unprofessional, rough, and impatient. If it was a third-party rescue worker, she could not put up with it. Even after a long time, they did not arrive at their destination. Her consciousness was thrown entirely into darkness due to the bumpy journey. ON THE other side, Ken made every effort to invite Sebastian over. The rescue operation would only be faster and more efficient if the two parties talked about it and worked together. Wyatt's mental state was already bordering on insanity and paranoia. Ken was worried that if this continued, Wyatt would collapse. Sebastian handed over a bottle of vodka. Wyatt's eyes were completely bloodshot when he looked up. At a glance, it was clear that he had been awake for several days and nights. Wyatt frowned but didn't say anything when Sebastian approached. It looked like his only goal in life was to save Ivy. Sebastian took a seat next to a box. He quickly opened the bottle with his teeth and spat the cap into the sea. They had never despised the sea more than they did now! There was, however, nothing they could do. Sebastian tilted his head and drank a few mouthfuls of vodka. His bloodshot eyes mocked Wyatt. "Do you have to be this way? For whom are you attempting to act?" Wyatt's jaw clenched in a straight line. His brow furrowed. His gaze swept indifferently past Sebastian and the massive waves crashing on the sea. It was depressing to be alone. He didn't have to explain anything, and he couldn't either. In the Morgans' eyes, he was an unforgivable jerk who had harmed Ivy. He had even personally dispatched Ivy to her demise. He couldn't even forgive himself, let alone Sebastian.

Sebastian gave a cold snort. When he looked at Wyatt, his eyes went cold and calm. He was also dealing with a lot of emotional ups and downs. "You've done enough, according to my father. You owe us nothing, and you don't have to repay us with your life. Wyatt Reed, please return. I'll find my sister on my own." The air around them was tinged with a cool plum. Wyatt's dark eyes shifted to Sebastian. His face was frosty, and his voice was hoarse. "This isn't for the Morgans. I'm doing it for Ivy!" 'For the sake of a speck of chance! As long as her body was not discovered, there was still hope. How could I abandon her?' Wyatt pondered. When Sebastian heard those words, he paused briefly. Every single one of those words pierced his heart. "Then why did you previously treat her like shit? No one in my family treats her harshly, but you treated her like she was a bag of trash and returned her to us." Wyatt's face was utterly bloodless in an instant.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.