Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1248: In Tears

Dianna gently lifted her gaze, Jodie Young was holding a camellia, covered in blood, looking extraordinarily delicate.

He had never given her flowers before.

This man didn’t understand romance, he never gave flowers.

This was the first time he gave flowers.

Dianna reached out her small hand to receive it.

"Dianna, I’m sorry, it’s all mother’s fault, it’s mother who harmed Mort."

"Sister-in-law, the chief is gone, our chief is gone."...

Everyone was crying, everyone was talking to her, Dianna felt dizzy, her whole head was about to explode.

A messy tangle.

"Enough!" She clenched the ring and the camellia in her palm until it hurt, and shouted.

Everyone froze, staring blankly at Dianna.

Dianna’s face was dry, without a single tear, her bright piercing eyes swept across everyone’s face, "Alive, see the person, dead, see the corpse. Save your tears, wait until we find his corpse, and cry at his funeral!"

Everyone was intimidated by Dianna’s commanding presence, they stared blankly at her, having forgotten how to react.

Jodie Young also looked at Dianna in shock, never expecting her to react this way.

Dianna loved Mort deeply, to the marrow.

Mort was gone, she might not be able to bear it.

Everyone was worried about her, worried she would be heartbroken, collapse, but she didn’t.

Her face was dry, even though the rims of her pale eyes were increasingly red, but not a single tear fell.

She wasn’t panicking, wasn’t weak, not at all.

"Dianna." Charles Bishop wiped his tears, only now understanding why Mort would fall in love with Dianna, because she had become a woman who could stand alongside him, weathering storms together.

"Brother Charles, this time you all worked hard to save my mother, quickly go to the house, take a hot bath, change into clean clothes, drink some ginger tea, regain your strength, Mort will come back, we will be here waiting for him!" Dianna said.

"Yes." Charles Bishop nodded firmly.

"President Xavier, there’s no signal here, can’t contact the outside, please send someone to inform the old chief, I need to immediately request reinforcements."

Justin Xavier nodded, "Alright."

"Miss Hollis, what are you planning to do?" Someone asked, puzzled.

Dianna took a few steps forward, she lifted her head, looking at Mount Cinder submerged in the rainstorm, "After the tornado passes, we’ll go in and excavate the mountain, even if we have to turn the whole mountain over, I need to find him, alive or dead, I must see him with my own eyes, I want... to bring him home!"

She wouldn’t leave him there alone.

She would personally bring him home.

Everyone was stunned, especially the Crimson Eye Soldiers, their cold blood was now revived, filled with fervor.

Yes, they needed to find the chief.

They would bring the chief home!

Perhaps they might be a bit late, but they would certainly not be absent.

Only, when would this tornado finally stop?

...

All the injured personnel went inside to treat and bandage, Dianna still stood there, clutching tightly the ring and camellia he gave her.

Justin Xavier stood next to her, quietly said, "Just now the latest news from the meteorological station, says this tornado will need one more hour to leave."

One hour?

Mort was in Mount Cinder now, unknown if dead or alive, every minute and second couldn’t be wasted.

But they still had to wait one more hour.

"President Xavier, do you think he’s still alive?"

Justin Xavier stood tall like jade, smiled, "He must still be alive."

"Mm," Dianna nodded, the wings of the butterfly gently fluttering, "I also believe, he must still be alive."

Saying this, she folded her hands in prayer, facing Mount Cinder, gently closing her eyes.

It’s said that there are spirits in the mountains, she wanted to pray.

Pray for a miraculous survival.

Pray for good fortune.

Pray for all kindness and sympathy.

The true path of humanity is defining, Mort’s life faces the heavens, just forty hurried years, if the heavens have emotion, even they will age, how could a hero’s remains fade away?

Justin Xavier quietly stood beside her, looking towards Mount Cinder against the wind, listening.

Listening to a song of heroism.

After resting, Charles Bishop and the Crimson Eye Soldiers all came out, standing towards Mount Cinder, praying.

"Look there, what’s that?" Someone shouted with joy.

Everyone lifted their eyes to gaze, the distant dark veil seemed to be pulled back by a giant hand, the delicate crescent moon emitted a faint light, and then a rainbow appeared in sight.

A splendid rainbow bridge appeared.

Dianna heard the cheers, the delicate wings of the butterfly gently trembled, then she opened her eyes and saw it.

The rainbow was magnificently beautiful, the delicate crescent slowly turned into a bright sun, the sun came out.

After the tornado, the sun shone fiercely, it hung high above the mountain, coating Mount Cinder with a layer of golden, warm light.

"The tornado stopped! The tornado stopped so quickly!"

"The weather forecast said the tornado would take one more hour to go, but it ended early."

"The sun is out, everything is over!"...

Everyone cheered.

Dianna slowly pulled up a smile, justice like Mort, under the sun’s light. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

...

Everyone entered Mount Cinder, Julian Carter personally came, jeep after jeep rolled over the muddy paths, the doors opened with a "swish," all soldiers came out.

Everyone rolled up their sleeves, holding shovels, began to dig the mountain.

Golden rescue 24 hours, racing against time.

Everyone came.

To bring Chief Mort home.

Just now the darkness was too heavy, blinded him, now everyone came.

How could he be left in this darkness?

Before, he fought against heaven, against earth, sent so many people home, now everyone came to take him home.

Dianna arrived at a place, the towering tree had broken into two, stained with blood.

Dianna slowly squatted down, her soft fingertip touched the bloodstains above, the blood was cold, yet her touch felt warm, it was his blood.

There was his scent here.

This was a place he had been before.

Dianna stepped forward, walked, this place had been washed by floodwaters, many traces faded, but on the muddy path, a deep crawl mark remained.

He had crawled here before!

Dianna stepped forward, following the crawling traces step by step, walking on the path he once walked.

The traces were deep, his heavy body dragged on the ground, his legs disabled, but that couldn’t stop his footsteps, his large hands claw into the soil, leaving several claw marks.

Dianna sensed it, his desire to survive.

She also felt it, his desire to go home.

How he longed to go home.

Standing on this land he once traveled, Dianna gently closed her eyes, tears already streaming down.