Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Rescue

The climbers landed safely beneath the cliff, the echo from the voices of the people above reaching them as they shouted into the void.

With the earbuds fixed, they unclasped the rope from their waist, their gazes carefully scanning the area, their ears perking up for any sound.

They glanced at each other, and with a nod, they moved forward taking different directions, the signal from the drone committed to them through the Bluetooth device in the earbud.

From their safety kits, each pulled out a weapon in case the gully held wild animals. Their steps frantic and hurried as they searched with urgency yet their eyes focused.

They urged forward covering a few metres, the voice in the earbud barking instructions to them as they searched the gully for her or the red infrared signal of the drone.

The scent of gasoline and scorched rubber still hung in the air from the car’s twisted frame and smoke curling from the engine.

"Over there!" one of them shouted, pointing to a patch of flattened grass where the drone’s red marker blinked rapidly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

They ran forward, confirming she was the one. "We’ve found her," they reported through their earbuds.

"Prepare for lifting," the team leader instructed.

The group carefully knelt beside her, one of them checking her pulse and a few emergency vital signs to ensure she could be lifted, but then his face twisted with dread, his hands trembled.

The gaze of his companion snapped to him, noting his pale face. "What happened? What is the problem?"

"Con...trac..tions, she is having contractions." His voice almost came in a murmur and disbelief.

But then, with the impact of the hit and the car’s fall, it should be expected, but witnessing the situation and its urgency saddled them with fear.

"Urgent!"

"She is in labour."

"She has lost a lot of blood."

"She is unconscious."

With the reports, the people on top of the cliff felt their breath hitch, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads as they panicked.

The situation was dire and life-threatening. If only she was conscious, but unconscious.

A flurry of instructions was given to the pilot of the chopper and to the team beneath. "Get her ready."

The air throbbed with the roar of the helicopter overhead, its blades chopping through the sky and sending leaves spiraling in every direction.

Dust and broken twigs swirled around Jessica’s still form. The rescue basket was lowered.

Immediately, they sprang into action, working quickly.

"Easy now, she’s unconscious," one of them shouted over the noise, kneeling beside her.

With steady hands, they carefully set the rescue basket onto the ground beside her. It looked like a narrow cage, padded and fitted with thick straps.

Carefully, they lifted Jessica and laid her inside, her hair falling across her face pale with a deep gash, a few streaks of blood ran across her forehead and cheek, a bulge of clotted blood covering the gash.

Her hand was placed limply against her stomach.

Carefully, they adjusted her position, grabbing a rumpled suit seemingly from the driver, it was folded and placed beneath her head.

Another pulled the wide straps across her shoulders, chest, and hips, tightening them snugly. Two more straps went over her legs and feet, locking her safely in place.

"She’s secure!" the guard called out, giving the straps a final tug to ensure safety.

The winch cable descended, its hook clinking against the metal of the basket. With a sharp click, it locked onto the basket’s frame.

The guards checked one more time to ensure it was firmly locked, then stepped back, shielding their faces from the flying grit.

Slowly, the basket began to rise. Jessica’s body swayed gently as the cable tightened, lifting her above the jagged rocks and broken branches below.

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