She sobbed her face, "But what can I do if I don't do it, I can't do anything about it." ” He hugged her who was weak and weeping, and looked at the statue at the end of the wall with a disturbed expression, "Then exchange mine, what I have been equivalent for thirty years." ” "Nope" She looked up at him and reached out to cover his mouth, "If there really is God, if God really chooses to make a deal to save you thirty years of life, then what will you do with me and Becca How can we live" Thinking that there really would be a day when she and Becca were still young, but he was gone, and they would have to live a life of missing him, her tears flowed even more fiercely.
"What about you, did you think about me and my daughter when you said that?"
"I," she cried and shook her head a few steps forward, "but I really want my father and Karen to come back safely, but I don't know what to do to make sure they come back." ” He stepped forward, took her into his arms in distress, and rubbed the top of her soft hair, "Okay, don't believe this mess, those who should come back will come back." ” She bit her lip with tears in her eyes, nodded and buried her face in his chest, holding him and sobbing aggrievedly.
He didn't bother her, even if she had been talking like this all day these days, kissed the top of her head, looked up at the statue in front of her, and gently patted the back of her head with the hand with the watch to coax her.
Five days later At around four o'clock in the morning, her mobile phone on the tea table rang with a letter from the mailbox.
She sat up reflexively, lifted the quilt, climbed out of bed, and hurried in the direction of the tea table.
He had always slept very lightly, unlike his little daughter who was sleeping soundly in the middle of the sleep, and when he noticed that she was awake, he opened his eyes without hurry, and looked sideways at her who was running towards the tea table in a thin nightdress.
Running to the tea table, she picked up her phone, opened her mailbox, and found that the sender was the director of the detective agency who had been investigating the whereabouts of her father and Karen.
Her heart instantly rose to her throat, and it took a long time for her to muster up the courage to open the letter.
"Dear Miss Rist, it is a pleasure to work with you, and you have given us an update on the progress of our trip to the Gods Islands to find your father Brunlist and his own Mr.
Karennicle, congratulations to Miss Rist."
She read it quickly, and found that it was probably written that her father and Cullen had been found in a prison, and that they were both injured and unconscious, and they said they would bring them back as soon as possible.
The email was followed by two photos, which she opened to find her father and Karen lying on the bed of a private jet with their eyes closed.
There wasn't much difference between them, except that they had lost a lot of weight than they had been a few years ago, but she was still shocked to look at.
Because there was a lot of blood on their white uniforms, and their clothes were in tatters What have they been through in the past few years?
Will it be life-threatening The excitement that had just been ignited turned into sadness and fear because of worry.
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly dragged by a strong arm, he fell into the arms of a man, and then buried his face in his cochlea and kissed his cheek.
She looked up at him and said excitedly and anxiously, "Dad and Karen they found it, they really didn't die but they were all injured, do you think their lives are in danger?"
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