The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 311

Roxanne's instincts screamed at her to dodge, to evade the emotional onslaught.

But Harrison held both her and little Angela in a tight embrace, his strength evident yet careful not to

cause them any pain.

She was flustered. "Harrison, didn't we agree on this before?"

"I'm sorry." Harrison, struggling to restrain himself, reluctantly let go of them, his voice tinged with

desolation, "I got carried away. I shouldn't have talked about this in front of Angela. I know you don't

want to hear it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Roxanne steered the conversation elsewhere, "Don't worry about us. You go and take care of your

business overseas. When I can, I'll take Angela to visit her grandpa."

Three hours later, Harrison boarded the plane.

A week flew by, and it was Friday.

At just past four in the afternoon, Roxanne wrapped up the last of her work and called Vincent.

"Vincent, are you at home? I'll bring Angela over in about an hour."

"An hour, huh?" Vincent's voice crackled over the phone, "Roxanne, I might not be back by then.

Harrison's flying back today. He called me insisting I pick him up from the airport. I've just set off for the

airport. It'll probably take me an hour and a half to get back. I've got a dinner party tonight, but I could

cancel it. Since Harrison's coming back today, why don't you join us for dinner? I'll have Marico

prepare."

Harrison was coming back today?

Roxanne thought it was tomorrow.

Seems she had gotten the dates mixed up.

She declined politely, "Vincent, that's alright. You've got your dinner party, so you should go. You've

made plans. Don't cancel on my account."

"Those old chaps aren't as important as Angela and you," Vincent declared firmly. "Nothing beats

spending time with my granddaughter."

"Vincent, really, it's okay. I know you love spending time with Angela. I'll bring her over tomorrow

morning. I've got to run, talk to you later."

After hanging up, Roxanne glanced at the clock.

There were twenty minutes until Angela's school let out.

It was time to leave for the kindergarten.

As she exited her office, she overheard the staff buzzing with grim news.

"Good heavens, how tragic! That plane crashed over the ocean. What hope is there for survivors?"

"Let's hope some made it. With over two hundred people on board, it'd be devastating if no one

survived. That's hundreds of shattered families."

"It's a curse, these crashes happening more and more often."

The employees' faces were somber as they discussed the grim news, Chloe among them.

Roxanne approached, "What plane crash?"

"A Boeing international flight to Seraphim Haven Airport," one co-worker informed her, reciting the flight

number before asking, "Roxanne, you mentioned Harrison was coming back tomorrow, right?"

When she heard the flight crashed today, Roxanne's heart began to race.

Her mind blanked for a moment.

A feeling of dread crept over her, and she quickly asked, "Chloe, which flight are you talking about?"

Chloe repeated the flight number.

Without thinking, Roxanne frantically tried to call Vincent.

She needed to confirm Harrison's flight number.

After all, Harrison too was flying back today, direct to Seraphim Haven Airport.

Perhaps due to panic, her fingers trembled as she struggled to dial Vincent's number on her phone.

Chloe, noticing Roxanne's distress, asked urgently, "Roxanne, what's wrong? Harrison isn't flying back

today, is he?"

"I don't know," Roxanne replied, her voice barely audible, her body feeling weak.

Finally, Vincent's number dialed through.

But no one answered.

Roxanne called over and over, the calls went through, but Vincent never picked up.

This had never happened before.

Vincent normally answered her calls immediately.

A terrible suspicion started to form in her mind.

"Roxanne, what's wrong? Talk to me. You are scaring me," Chloe pleaded.

"No, it can't be," Roxanne suppressed her dreadful guess, "It just can't be."

She needed to contact Alexander.

Alexander would surely know Harrison's flight number.

But when she called Alexander, the phone just rang unanswered.

Then she called Samuel and Evelyn.

Both of them had the same response. They didn't know Harrison's flight number.

"Chloe, can you pick up Angela from kindergarten for me?" Roxanne's voice shook, "I need to get to

the airport."

Half an hour later, Roxanne made it to the airport.

In the parking lot, she ran into Dominic and Alexander, who had just parked their car.

"Dominic, Alexander!" she called out to them.

The men turned at the sound of her voice. Roxanne asked, "What are you guys doing here at the

airport?"

Dominic didn't respond.

His face was ashen, his eyes avoiding Roxanne's.

Alexander looked equally grave, "Roxanne, there's been an accident with Harrison."

It was as if a bomb exploded in Roxanne's mind.

She didn't need Alexander to say more; she had already pieced it together.

The whole company had seen the news of the plane crashing into the sea, and that flight was surely

Harrison's.

On her way here, she had checked - there was only one international flight from Harrison’s place to

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And Harrison was supposed to be on that flight.

She couldn't take it.

Leaning on a nearby pillar for support, she managed to stay on her feet.

"Looks like you've already heard about Harrison's flight going down," Alexander said, his voice laden

with grief.

Ten minutes later.

Alexander and Dominic walked side by side, escorting Roxanne, who was disconsolate, to meet

Vincent.

They were heading to the gathering of other families who had come to pick up their loved ones from the

airport.

The scene was chaotic.

Some people were crying, others were demanding answers from the airport staff.

The area was cordoned off, isolated from the outside world.

The atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Under Alexander's guidance, Roxanne saw Vincent sitting in a corner, silent as if he had aged a

decade in an instant.

His eyes were dim and lifeless.

He sat there, motionless.

It wasn't until Roxanne, with her eyes blurred by tears, called out to him that he seemed to snap out of

his daze and look up.

Seeing Roxanne, the old man knew she must be aware of the tragedy.

Trying to be strong for her, he consoled, "Roxanne, don't worry, Harrison will be fine. He has to be. He

promised me he'd win you back, and he wouldn't break his word. He just wouldn't."

"Vincent!" Roxanne choked up, a dull ache in her chest as she struggled to find comforting words, but

none would come.

A plane crash at sea left almost no chance of survival.

She didn't know how to console him.

Thinking of little Angela growing up without her dad, and recalling how Harrison had begged for a

family photo before he left, how humbly he had asked for a reconciliation, her head felt like it was about

to explode.