The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 259

The river split into multiple tributaries downstream, flanked mostly by wild, uninhabited mountains, which made the rescue effort incredibly difficult.

After establishing a farmhouse as their base camp, Penelope sat down in a chair to coordinate the rescue teams, consolidating their reports and relaying new information.

She had to remain calm, decisive even.

“You haven’t found him? Stop wasting time and search further downstream!”

Michael, already geared up, was preparing to join the search himself.

“Michael, you have no rescue experience. You’ll just get in the way,” Penelope said coolly.

He threw his hands up in frustration. “It’s about to rain! If we don’t find him tonight, he’s in real danger!”

“If it’s going to rain, no one can stop it. The only thing we can do now is wait.”

“You can wait because you don’t care about him! I can’t—he’s my friend!” Michael roared at her. Ignoring Harold’s attempts to stop him, he stormed out.

“Ma’am, what should we do?” Harold asked.

Penelope rubbed her forehead. She was starting to regret bringing Michael along, though she’d done it so she wouldn’t have to bear the responsibility alone if something happened to Theodore. It was a selfish impulse.

“He could get himself killed out there. Have someone follow him.”

Night fell quickly, and with it came a torrential downpour. The rain came down in sheets, erasing the world in a watery blur.

One by one, the rescue teams returned, empty-handed.

“The rain’s too heavy. We have to suspend the search for now. Let’s hope it stops by morning,” the team leader told her.

Penelope bit her lip hard. “What if it rains all night?”

“Then you should prepare yourself for the worst.”

“Why are you all back here? Keep looking!” Michael burst in, soaked to the bone and missing a shoe. He’d come back to change and was furious to see everyone else had returned.

“We can’t go back into the mountains. It’s too dangerous for the rescuers!”

“I’ll pay you whatever you want!”

“Michael!” Penelope’s voice cut through the noise. “Get a grip! Their lives matter too. No one is going back into those mountains in this storm!”

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