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Chapter 294 I’m Still Alive

Chapter 294: Chapter 294 I’m Still Alive

All my belongings, including my phone, were left at the crash site, and Amelia Garcia was worried about Shaw’s injuries, so she didn’t think to contact her family in China initially.

She followed the ambulance to the hospital, thinking medical assistance would be available, but the hospital had already turned into something like purgatory.

Innumerable critically injured passengers kept arriving continuously, and the medical staff were overwhelmed. Wherever you looked, there was blood, and the arrivals were either burned or battered, some even missing a limb...

Amelia Garcia and Shaw couldn’t utter a word as they watched. They were still trembling and overwhelmed with fear.

"Sister, we must have saved the Milky Way in our past lives..." Shaw, pale and hunched from pain, looked around dazedly and muttered.

It wasn’t a joke, but a heartfelt lament.

It was estimated that about half of the passengers on the flight were either dead or critically injured.

Yet they had only minor injuries and had managed to escape early.

If this wasn’t blessings from a past life, what was it?

Amelia Garcia nodded, her voice taut as she changed her tone, "Probably..."

"Sister, I’ll just sit here and wait. You go and try to contact our family. Didn’t Sister Snow Fitch mention she’d pick us up? She must have seen the news by now and can’t reach you... She must be so worried."

"Yes, I need to contact our family, but you..."

"I’m okay, not going to die... Just wait it out, let the doctors attend to those who are more critically hurt first."

"Alright... I will go look for a phone."

Amelia got up and walked off, hoping to borrow someone’s cell phone.

But the hospital was already overwhelmed, patients were wailing in pain, and doctors and nurses were busy attending to them. Even the police officers and firefighters were hurrying about, making her hesitant to bother anyone at such a time.

It took her a long time to finally find an airline staff member, but he was surrounded by numerous passengers, all clamoring to speak, and she couldn’t get close.

Fortunately, she eventually saw a landline phone at the nurses’ station.

However, many survivors were also lining up, obviously eager to assure their families of their safety.

The person currently on the phone was crying loudly and couldn’t complete her sentences, causing those waiting to grow impatient and curse loudly.

Amelia waited quietly, trying to calm her emotions, but her body still shook uncontrollably, and her legs remained weak.

She didn’t have any serious external injuries, only pain in her waist and some numbness in her legs, probably from the seat belt during the collision.

It was her first experience being so close to death, and she felt extremely anxious.

Even though she was safe now, fear still engulfed her whole body, and she desperately wished for someone to embrace her and give her warmth and strength. Unfortunately, being in a foreign land, everyone recently escaped from disaster and was covered in a shadow of fear.

During the long wait, her mind drifted through numerous thoughts.

If she hadn’t been lucky, she could have simply died, and what would become of her three young children, who would have lost their mother at such a young age and their father, who was blind and disabled—they would be so pitiable.

She thought of the man who couldn’t move, how heartbroken he must be, would he follow her in death or endure the grief and raise the three children?

She thought of Snow Fitch, Kane, Aunt Harper, Sister Jones, and even the family dog, Little Dunham...

Having experienced life and death, she now felt that all the conflicts, troubles, and worries of ordinary days were trivial.

Staying alive was what mattered most.

After waiting for what felt like forever, it was finally her turn.

Picking up the handset, she wasn’t sure if Christopher Hart already knew about the incident, so her first instinct was to call Snow Fitch.

She remembered Snow Fitch’s number, but her hands shook so badly that she dialed it incorrectly several times.

The people behind her started urging, and she finally calmed down a bit and successfully pulled out the phone.

Almost the instant the phone rang, it was answered on the other end.

"Hello, is this Amelia?!" Snow Fitch’s hoarse and urgent voice came through, guessing it was her right away.

It seemed that she had indeed seen the news and had been anxiously waiting.

Tears burst from her eyes as Amelia Garcia clutched the phone tightly, nodding repeatedly, only able to make a "buzzing" sound from her throat, unable to speak.

"Amelia, it’s really you! You’re alright! You’re still alive! You’re alive!"

Snow Fitch screamed crazily, startling Benny Palmer, who was watching her intently nearby, then his face brightened with joy, and he turned and shouted, "Christopher! There’s news from Amelia!"

Just now, Benny Palmer had brought Snow Fitch to Imperial Garden to wait for news while thinking of strategies to make contact overseas.

They didn’t expect to receive a call from Amelia Garcia so soon.

"It’s me..." Amelia Garcia took several deep breaths, raised her hand to wipe away tears, and choked up, "There was an accident with the plane, we were quite lucky, we were rescued..."

Snow Fitch, overwhelmed with joy, was about to burst into tears, "That’s great, that’s great! You have no idea how scared I was! Wuu wuu wuu, we couldn’t get through to you, I thought you..."

Before she could finish, Christopher Hart, sitting in a wheelchair, turned around and precisely grabbed the phone from her.

This scene startled both Benny and Snow Fitch.

"Christopher, your eyes..." Benny looked at his friend, his face frozen in surprise.

When had his eyes recovered?

Christopher Hart had no time to explain, nor did he care about his little secret being exposed; all he cared about was the woman and whether she was safe now.

"Amelia, where are you? Are you hurt?"

Suddenly hearing the familiar male voice, Amelia Garcia was startled, her heart first surprised, then immediately overwhelmed with tears, "Christopher Hart... I, I—"

In extreme despair, anxiety, and helplessness, hearing his voice made her feel revived and settled.

All the restrained fear erupted; she held the phone, crying uncontrollably, calling out "Christopher Hart... Christopher Hart..."

Christopher Hart’s heart broke in her fragmented call, in so much pain it was suffocating, all reason lost, wishing he could fly to her side immediately.

"Can you hurry up? There are many more people behind!"

"It’s not just your phone! Quickly!"

Not even a minute after Amelia Garcia got through, she was urged and scolded in various languages from behind, even jostled.

Slightly regaining her senses, she quickly wiped away her tears, took deep breaths, and hoarsely said, "There are... There are many others who need to make calls, I won’t talk anymore... I’m okay, don’t worry, we’ll go back as soon as the airline makes arrangements..."

Before she could get a response, the phone was forcibly taken from her.

"Amelia! Amelia!" Christopher Hart had so much more to say, so many questions to ask, but all that was left in his ear was a dial tone.

"Benny, hurry and arrange a plane, charter or private, I need to get there, to her side..." He restrained his trembling body, his words incredibly firm.

He remembered, his Amelia had never cried like this.

It was said that she was crisp and direct during her divorce years ago, never shedding tears.

Yet now, she cried like a lonely, helpless child.

She must have been terrified...

Those cries nearly killed him; he couldn’t wait another moment and had to get to her side as fast as possible.