“Go find him! Go save him!”
The man looked troubled but still tried to explain the difficulty of the rescue, telling her they needed to find a safer access point.
“What safer access point? You’re just being lazy!” Flora shot back, her voice sharp with panic.
The man was annoyed by her accusation, but seeing that she was a young woman who had just suffered a major blow, he held his tongue.
He didn't say anything more.
Flora grabbed Glenn’s arm, her eyes red from crying. “Glenn, what do we do? My brother will be okay, right?”
Glenn impassively pulled his arm away.
At that moment, Poppy also stepped forward. Her eyes were red too, but she was somewhat calmer than Flora.
“Mr. Carlisle,” Poppy said in a low voice, “please, can you try to find another way? Soren can’t… he has to be okay.”
She looked fragile and pitiful.
Compared to Flora, she seemed more reasonable.
The rescuer, not knowing Poppy’s identity but appreciating her polite demeanor, felt compelled to explain again. “It’s not that we won’t save him. The rescue from here is just too dangerous. Even the rescuers could die.”
Before he finished, Flora snapped, “I don’t care about that! All of your lives put together aren’t worth my brother’s!”
“Besides, this is your fault to begin with.”
“You knew who he was. Why would you let him do something so dangerous?”
Then, as if struck by another thought, she stamped her foot in frustration. “Evangeline! It’s all that damn Evangeline’s fault! Still causing trouble for Soren even after she’s dead.”
Glenn’s brow furrowed slightly.
His voice turned cold. “Who’s to blame isn’t so clear. After all, Evangeline is in this mess because of Soren.”

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