The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 93



Chapter 93

The Morgan family dispatched more than a dozen private helicopters to search the waters where the accident occurred. They even hired dozens of foreign mercenaries to clean up the area. They refused to give up. Someone soon broadened the search scope in the same stretch of sea, and nearly a hundred aircraft hovered overhead. It was on a massive and astounding scale. The number of people diving into the sea increased dozens of times as well, causing a worldwide sensation and alarm. Wyatt did not hesitate to join the search and rescue effort, even if it was only for that one person. He didn't forget that he was the one who invited her. This would not have happened to her if it hadn't been for him. She wouldn't have to be afraid. She would not have been in an accident or gone missing. She would not have died. He couldn't imagine what was going through her mind when the plane crashed. Did she think of him? Perhaps she despised him even more. How scared was that proud and fearless girl at the time? He only wished he was on the plane as well! Nonetheless, even after several days, the search and rescue team's efforts were unsuccessful. The plane wreckage recovered from the deep seabed was also incomplete—surfaces that have been broken and fractured and structures that have been charred. It was difficult to imagine how tragic the end would be when the plane blew up! Wyatt, who had forced himself to pull through, appeared to collapse when he saw a section of the plane wreckage. He looked down from the helicopter. The sea's endless blue reflected bright and piercing light. The whistling waves puffed and blew the salty spray of the sea on his face from time to time. The hidden currents beneath the sea's surface were powerful enough to consume everything. Life suddenly seemed so small at that moment. Ken stepped forward behind him, his body trembled slightly as he held the door frame. Ken wore the same look of sadness and grief. Compared to Wyatt's three-year indifference to Ivy, he had more interaction with her. Ken saw her desperation, transformation, and growth. His heart

ached for her ordeals, but he was prouder of her fortitude. He felt suffocated the moment he heard the bad news. Seeing Wyatt follow the rescue team to the helicopter for days on end for search and rescue efforts. Ken could sense Wyatt's growing dreariness, which was overwhelmingly sad. Wyatt was not only consumed by guilt and self-blame, but he had also lost all vitality. "It's been days, President. The company needs you to finalize some matters. Why don't you start at the beginning? I'll notify you as soon as there is any news here." Ken didn't dare to mention that a regular person would drown if stranded at sea for less than an hour. It had already been nearly four days, and nothing had been discovered. There was a good chance Ivy was no longer in this world. There were predatory fish all over the ocean. Even if there were a body, it would not be discovered. Wyatt was standing at the front door. His sculpted features were a shambles now, and he had stubble along his chin. His cold eyes were sad and defeated, but he refused to give up. What if... What if Ivy was expecting him to rescue her? "No, grandfather should handle the company's affairs. Extend the scope of your search. It is equally important to explore the surrounding seas." Wyatt's voice was hoarse but captivating, and his eyes were heavy. Ken sighed and turned around, continuing to receive the search signal. Similarly, Sebastian persisted. Sebastian took the initiative to lead the search and rescue operation because Leo was hospitalized, and Cooper needed to look after the company and their father. Sebastian’s attitude toward Wyatt had clearly shifted in the last few days. It progressed from disdain in the past to resentment and anger when he discovered why Ivy boarded that plane to the sorrow he felt now. Cooper was right. Wyatt was not at fault in this situation. How could they hold Wyatt responsible for everything? Wyatt appeared to be on the verge of death these days.

The online fever came and went in a flash. The news of the plane crash had long since faded, and Ivy was a name that could only be found on the internet. Soon, new topics took over the trending topics. Nobody thought Ivy would make it. A DESERTED ISLAND besieged by large waves, nearly a thousand nautical miles from the search area. The sky was covered in dense green leaves. Aside from the jungle, there was nothing but huge waves and a cold, salty sea breeze. Ivy had been wandering around this hellhole for three days and had found no fresh water or food. During this time, she hadn’t had a drop of water or eaten anything. Her lips were parched, and Simba’s scarf shrank in her coat pocket, becoming her shawl. Fortunately, she was quicker than the others. She opened the emergency exit and jumped down with a parachute without hesitation just before the plane exploded. A single second in the air resulted in a deviation of hundreds of nautical miles. That’s how Ivy got by. Ivy wept for the other passengers who had not been as fortunate as her. On the other hand, Ivy quickly began to have doubts about her ability to survive on this island. Her phone had been lost in the sea and all of her communication tools. Perhaps it was because Simba landed too hard that its internal intelligence system malfunctioned. Furthermore, because there was no signal at sea, Simba could not communicate with the outside world. As a result, Ivy could only sit back and wait for her family to come to her aid. There was nothing here, and no one could survive without water for more than seven days. Ivy was aware that she was nearing the end of her abilities. She sat on a rock, feeling as if she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. As countless thoughts flashed through her mind, all she felt was despair. ‘Why didn’t anyone come to my aid? There hasn’t been any news in a long time or any way. Did they really believe I was dead?’ She sighed. ‘Damned Wyatt Reed! Why did he give me that idiotic invitation and send me down the road to

death?! We must have been mortal enemies in a previous life! Now I have a million more reasons to despise this jerk!’ In her desperation, Ivy reasoned that if Wyatt could come to her rescue now, she would be able to forgive everything that had happened in the past. Simba protruded from her pocket. Its two tiny paws gripped her clothing. The sassy little tiger was no longer as clean and lovely as she had been. The white fur on its head had turned gray, and its appearance suggested that it had been abandoned in a dumpster. “I have a feeling that you’re not happy, Mama.” This AI self-repair ability was compelling. Simba could only speak infrequently after they landed. It has since regained its fluency. Ivy looked down at it with hopeful eyes. “Can you feel it? Can you then send out a distress signal and lead us out of here?” Her hopes were dashed when the little tiger shook its head clumsily. “No. Because there is no signal here, I cannot contact Shaira Winter.” Ivy’s heart clenched ferociously. She was at a loss for words as she gazed out at the distant waves, which seemed to eat away at her heart layer by layer as they lapped on the shore regularly. ‘Am I really going to die here?’ Ivy snorted. Her eyes hurt as tears welled up at the corners of her eyes. “I’m starving... Will I really die of starvation when I’m so wealthy?!” She grumbled and complained, unconcerned about whether Simba could understand her. “I even purchased an island. My island is so beautiful and cost me $2 billion, but I haven’t been able to go there yet. Simba had trouble processing Ivy’s complaint, but it was sensitive enough to pick up on specific keywords. “My infrared scanner has been fixed. I can search for non-toxic, edible food. Do you want to look for fruits or wild animals, Mama?” Ivy frowned and couldn’t stop herself from raising her voice. “Wild animals?” Simba responded with a nod. “When I watched TV with Sebastian, we saw people surviving in the

wild by eating wild animals.” Ivy’s lips twitched. “Are you planning on catching them?” In embarrassment, Simba retreated into her pocket. “I’m just a little tiger,” every artificial tiger fur on its body protested.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.


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