My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 238 He Must Be Alive

Cynthia rushed forward, trying to catch him, but she missed. She could only watch him fall off the cliff.

She was crazy and wanted to rush out, but Lorenz hugged her tightly, "Calm down."

"How can I be calm? Alston fell! Such, such a high cliff... He..." Cynthia couldn't continue. She

collapsed.

"Cousin, I beg you to save him. He can't die. Please save him."

Cynthia was scared. He must be fine. Since they were together, they have encountered so many

things. She was afraid that he would not come back.

"The babies need him. The company needs him. I... I can't live without him!"

The last sentence was filled with grief, and Lorenz's nose was sour, "This cliff is too high, and we need

to prepare for getting down there. We will definitely find him. He will be fine."

He comforted her, but looking at the bottomless cliff, a trace of worries flashed in his eyes.

With such a high cliff, even if Alston had been trained since childhood, no one knew whether he could

survive.

"Haha, he is definitely dead. The cliff is so high. He will never survive!" The man laughed wildly, "I kill

the president of Smith Group!"

"Shut up!" Cynthia roared with red eyes. She broke away from Lorenz's arm, staggered to the front of

the trafficker, and slapped him with all her strength. The man who was kneeling on the ground was

beaten so severely that his face was bruised and his nose was bleeding.

"Alston won't die! He won't!" She stared at him fiercely, and gritted her teeth. She returned to the edge

of the cliff again, staring at the place where Alston fell off.

The night fell. Cynthia was tense all day and night, and her stomach was growling. She lay on the

ground and looked at the cliff.

Bill and the others slowly descended the cliff, and another group descended to the bottom of the cliff by

a remote path.

Greg sent the helicopter in case they needed it.

Lorenz knelt down and patted Cynthia on the back lightly, "Go down the mountain. I will send someone

to inform you if there's any news. You have been running around all day and night. You must be

exhausted."

Cynthia's lips were dry, her eyes were sore, and she stared at the bottom of the cliff without blinking.

Her eyesight was blurry, but she wanted to see Alston rescued with her own eyes. Otherwise, she was

worried.

She turned her head stiffly, looking for something.

Lorenz knew who she was looking for. He said in a low voice, "Cherry has been sent down. She has

reached the limit, and you are weaker than she. You should rest."

Cynthia closed her eyes. After a long time, she finally spoke, "When you came, were there any

survivors in that burnt car?"

Lorenz said, "When our people arrived, the car had been burned to the point where only a skeleton

remained. People were all burned, and only three remains were found."

Cynthia's arm trembled, and she almost fell.

Lily didn't survive.

Cynthia passed out. Lorenz held her immediately.

His heart ached so much. Why did his sister have to suffer so much? He would never let anyone who

made her suffer go.

He carried her back home. Mrs. Lewis and Greg were waiting at the door. Seeing Cynthia covered in

dirt and a mess, they felt distressed and angry, "What happened to her?"

Mrs. Lewis and Joyce took Cynthia to wash up.

Greg held Lorenz’s arm and his lips trembled, "Mr. Green, I... Where is Mr. Smith?"

Lorenz pursed his lips and said with difficulty, "They are still looking for..."

Greg seemed to have suffered a big blow. He kept muttering, "He will be fine. Since he was a child, he

has been strong and smart. He will be fine..."

Lorenz didn't know how to comfort the old man. Greg had deep feelings for Alston. No one could

guarantee Alston's condition, and he didn't dare to comfort him.

Cynthia was so tired that she woke up after sleeping for a day and a night. Just as she opened her

eyes, she suddenly sat up from the bed and wanted to run outside with her bare feet. But she was too

weak. Her feet went limp as soon as they touched the ground. She fell to the ground.

Joyce rushed in quickly and helped her up, "Are you Okay?"

Cynthia held Joyce's hand and asked her anxiously, "How long have I been asleep? What time is it

now? Where is Alston? Did they find him? Is he Okay?"

"You slept for a day and a night." Her eyes drooped, and a trace of sadness appeared on her pretty

face, "They didn't find Mr. Smith, but only found a piece of his clothing under the cliff."

Cynthia stared at her in a daze, and tears rolled down her thin cheeks, "How could they not find him?

They could find his clothes. Why didn't they find the person?"

Joyce's face was pale, and she didn’t know how to comfort her. It happened that Mrs. Lewis came in

with food. She seemed to have found a backbone and shouted, "Please say something."

Mrs. Lewis sighed. She handed the food to Joyce and helped Cynthia onto the bed, "It's a good thing

that they haven't found him. It means that he is still alive. Maybe he has been rescued and is

recuperating somewhere.

When he recovers from his injury, he will come back."

"Really?" Cynthia hadn’t eaten anything in the past few days. Her cheeks were skinny, and her eyes

were bigger. She looked straight at Mrs. Lewis, with a naive feeling of apprehension.

Mrs. Lewis was so sad that she nodded heavily, "Yes, he will definitely come back. Please eat

something. Mr. Smith will be angry when he sees you so thin."

After a long time, Cynthia nodded. Joyce handed the food to her.

Cynthia mechanically and numbly finished the food in the small bowl slowly. Seeing this, Joyce and

Mrs. Lewis were both relieved.

Mrs. Lewis was afraid that she would think wildly, so she brought Keller and Desmond over and put

them on her big bed.

The two babies hadn't seen their mother for a long time. They crawled to her side and sat obediently in

front of her. Their chubby little hands gently touched her thin cheeks.

"Babies!" Cynthia called softly.

Keller cried out. Her mouth was puckered, and she was extremely wronged. Desmond also cried. They

looked obedient and pitiful.

With red eyes, Cynthia hugged them in her arms. Her tears flowed silently, and panic and sadness

accumulated in her heart came out.

Desmond mumbled, "Papa... Mama..."

Cynthia's body froze. She suddenly looked at him, "What did you say?!"

"Papa... Papa..."

Cynthia burst into tears, "Alston, did you hear that? Our baby can say dad!"

How much he expected the baby to call Dad, and now they could, but he was not here.

Standing at the door, Greg heard the suppressed crying in the room, and his heart was painful.

"Mr. Smith, you must survive. Everyone is waiting for you to come home!"