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Chapter 888 Frontline Reporter
Back in the governmental residence at Lake City, Fae was watching the news about the disaster.
Almost all the TV stations were reporting about the earthquake.
Before she could switch off the TV, Charlotte had already rushed over to her.
The little girl was wearing a bright pink pair of pajamas that featured a cheerful cartoon cat and a matching pair of
fluffy slippers. Her long, unkempt hair cascaded carelessly down her back. Anxiously, she asked, “Mum, will Joseph,
Ashlyn, Dad, and the rest be fine?”
Fae comforted her, “Calm down. They will be fine.”
However, Charlotte couldn't bring herself to relax.
“Mum, I'm worried. It's dangerous there...”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRight then, the reporter attracted their attention.
“Greetings, everyone! I am a frontline reporter from Lake City, currently stationed at the most damaged area,
Xanfield. It is clear to see that the place has been reduced to rubble. The survivors have been moved to several
nearby hills, thanks to the generous donations from South Star Airlines, Nolan Group, and other donors, who have
also contributed supplies. Medical teams and much-needed medical supplies have also arrived from hospitals
across the country. However, the weather is not helping the situation. The aftershocks of the earthquake have
worsened the lack of supplies.”
After a pause, he resumed his story. “Xanfield is a very remote location, with mountains that are located ten
kilometers away from the village. It skips the autumn season and goes directly from summer to winter. We are
currently in the midst of winter here even though the surrounding areas are still in autumn. The weather is
extremely cold and supplies are running low. In response to this, the government has sent troops to the area in
order to provide aid and disaster relief. Mr. and Mrs. Nolan of Nolan Group arrived a while ago to help out and have
entered the most heavily affected areas. Unfortunately, water and electricity have been cut off from Xanfield. I had
to climb up a hill in order to get a reliable signal. I do hope Mr. and Mrs. Nolan are safe.”
Right then, something caught his eye. “Oh, dear. Isn't that Mr. Joseph Field? What is he doing? Is he going to look for
Mr. and Mrs. Nolan?”
Following his scream, the camera shifted to Joseph, who had donned a thin black raincoat and rubber boots that
were now completely caked in mud. He no longer looked like a wealthy scion.
With dozens of people behind him, he strode toward the severely affected areas. The reporter leaped out of his car
and ran toward him.
“Mr. Field? Mr. Field!”
Hearing the reporter's anxious yell, Joseph came to a stop and turned to look at him.
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“Mr. Field, have Mr. and Mrs. Nolan been in touch?”
“No,” Joseph responded sternly. His handsome face was splattered with mud. “Lucas and Aunt Ashlyn will be safe.”
He then wiped away the mud on his face. “I'm sorry, but I need to hurry there now.”
“Okay, good luck! Good luck to Mr. and Mrs. Nolan, too!” The reporter quickly turned to the camera. “Humans are
helpless before natural disasters. I applaud Mr. Field for his efforts! I strongly encourage everyone who is watching
to do what they can to help, whether it is through donating supplies or money. You can do so through the method
displayed on the screen.”
After the live stream ended, the reporter belatedly realized something and asked the cameraman, “What did Mr.
Field say just now? Aunt Ashlyn? Is Ashlyn his aunt?”
The cameraman was baffled. “Are you sure you're not mistaken?”
“I don't think so...”
Due to unfavorable circumstances, they decided to resort to live streaming instead of recording the content
beforehand.
Unbeknownst to them, the audience had erupted into an uproar before their devices.
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