Facade of Love

Chatper 282

Chapter 282 Implicated

The cave entrance was blocked, and I could only sense Charlie in front of me. I called out nervously, “Mr. Yates, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” came the low voice from above. Hearing his voice, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I bent over, attempting to stand up, but I heard a low, restrained sound beside me, “Hiss!”

Hearing Charlie’s voice, I quickly asked, “What happened? Are you injured?”

Everything around us was pitch black, and I could only grip his clothing tightly as I inquired. Charlie’s voice was low as he responded, “I’m fine. Let’s figure out a way to get out of here.”

This place was blocked, and we could not get out. If we stayed here for too long, we would run out of oxygen.

Without thinking too much, I began to feel around, trying to find an exit.

Luckily, after a short time, I came across some fabric. It was the place where we had rested last night, and the campfire had been extinguished. However, some things had not been completely buried. Inch had brought many items in last night, and relying on my memory, I found a lighter.

I lit a fire and ignited a few pieces of charcoal. With some light in the cave, I could vaguely make out the surroundings. I turned to look at Charlie, and I was relieved to see him still in his original position. I was about to say something when the light revealed his trapped leg under a large stone.

It had been too dark earlier, and I could not see his pale face or his forehead, which was already covered in sweat. Seeing it now, I was shocked.

My heart sank, and without thinking too much, I went to his side. I saw him enduring the pain in silence and my heart clenched. I struggled to find the words and started, “You…” Why did he not say anything?

Seeing me like this, he wiped his lips and said, “I seem to be out of strength right now. You should try to move the stone. If you can’t, then go find a way out on your own. Don’t worry about me.”

I furrowed my brow and did not waste time arguing with him. I raised my hand to try and move the stone, saying, “I won’t just leave you. I’ll move it even if I die trying.’

I had been living a comfortable life for too long and was somewhat spoiled. I could not even budge the stone from its position. But as I looked at Charlie’s face, which was growing paler by the minute, I felt a sinking sensation in my heart.

Charlie had shifted from half–standing to a somewhat prone position, probably due to the pain in his trapped leg. His entire face had turned deathly white.

He seemed to be trying to free his leg on his own, but every time he exerted force, his face grew even paler.

“Don’t move!” I urged, and my voice was trembling. “Moving like this will ruin your leg. Please, don’t move. I’ll figure something out.”

Due to the panic, I searched around for any tools we could use, but there was nothing in the

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cave–no usable tools at all.

Charlie gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. Seeing him in such pain made me increasingly anxious.

When one had no tools, the only thing that came to mind was to rely on brute force. Yes, brute force. He was injured, but I was not. I refused to believe that I could not even move a piece of stone.

So, I walked back to the stone that was pinning Charlie down. Then, once again, with all my might, I tried moving the stone that weighed fifty or sixty kilograms.

Almost as soon as I managed to move it, Charlie freed his leg. I quickly moved the stone aside and rushed to inspect his injury. However, before I could even touch it, he quickly avoided my hand.

I was baffled, looking at him with confusion.

He looked at me and said calmly, “Let’s not rush. We need to find a way out as soon as possible.

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His reminder made me realize that the cave had limited oxygen. If we did not get out soon, we would suffocate.

Holding a torch, I searched for an exit, but apart from the entrance we came through, there was no other way out. In the end, I had no choice but to resort to the most straightforward method: moving the stones blocking the entrance, one by one.

Charlie seemed to have realized that we had no other option but to continue this way. He struggled to move, saying, “Let’s do it together.”

He was practically dragging his other leg at this point, and I knew his leg injury was not minor. So, I handed him the torch and said, “You hold this. I’ll do the lifting.”

To ease his worries, I forced a smile and added, “Don’t worry; I’ll get you out of here.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He chuckled helplessly, “So, it seems you’re the one protecting me now?”

I let out a sigh and said, “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be suffering like this, coming to this remote mountain with injuries and illness. Without me, you might never have experienced such hardships in your entire life.”