Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie's face displayed an expression of stunned disbelief. "How did it come to this?" She felt her chest tighten into a knot, like a cramp.

"Someone kidnapped the boys on purpose and tried to kill me and Rika!" Matthew explained, as he clenched his fists, barely managing to contain his anger. If his calculations were correct, then the person behind all of this had to be none other than Michel. Although Matthew didn't have any evidence to support his allegations, he was certain that the people he had sent to investigate would eventually find out who had hired those gangsters to kidnap the boys.

"Don't worry. Rika and the boys will be fine," Evelyn comforted her brother.

Closing his eyes with frustration, Matthew nodded to indicate his agreement. 'Rika and the two boys will be fine, ' he told himself continuously. If anything bad were to happen to them, Matthew would be consumed by guilt for the rest of his life.

Thinking of her daughter-in-law, Debbie paced back and forth in the corridor.

Not long after, Matthew, who had gone to the nursing station to get his wound taken care of, reappeared at the door of the resuscitation room. "Mom, Evelyn, you stay here and wait for Erica. I'll check on the boys and come back right after," he told the mother and daughter.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll inform you as soon as Rika comes out," said Evelyn with a nod.

Debbie reminded Matthew to be careful before she watched him leave the hospital in a hurry.

Before he left, however, Matthew took one last look at the light above the door of the resuscitation room. Then, without changing his clothes, he rushed over to the last known location where the boys had disappeared.

Meanwhile, after making sure that the man who had been following him was far behind, Boswell slid down the hillside from behind the rock.

Disregarding the mud on his clothes, the little boy took advantage of the last light to pluck two pieces of wood from the ground in hopes of building a fire.

Fortunately, his father had taught him how to make fire using two pieces of wood rubbed against each other.

However, he had never once tried it before. Despite his best efforts, the poor boy was unable to make fire.

Without heat from the fire, he would surely freeze to death. Not only did he need the heat, but he also hoped that it would help to signal to the people who were looking for him and his brother.

time to time, reminding him that he wasn't exempt of fear. However, he knew that it would be pointless

Poor little Boswell trembled under a big tree, thinking about the warmth in his parent's embrace,

voice at first, and then he burst into tears,

didn't know how long he had cried when

him when they couldn't see him because he was under a

he heard a loud bang, like the sound of a gunshot. He wasn't sure if he was right until he heard it again. This time

or maybe the gangsters had called in reinforcements. Whatever it was, Boswell was too afraid to sit around all by himself. He had to follow the sound and

teeth, he stood up and listened closely to find the source of the voice under the

many pesky critters scurrying

time to time and sometimes he would catch a pheasant running to hide itself from him.

there, he had no

hear buzzing sounds from above. He looked up in confusion

people sitting in the helicopter might not have seen him, but the drone

his hands and shouted at the drone, "Hey! I'm here! I'm here!" The boy jumped and jumped, making

that was when what he had been fearing

to notice any sudden movements around him. He kept shouting happily, "Dad, I'm here! Can you see me? I'm

unexpected noise around him. All of a sudden, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were

his mouth and he slowly turned around, disregarding the

As he took

deceived him, the ominous silhouette before him was

boy's face turned pale with fear, but he kept telling himself to calm down and think

words, when met with a bear, running would be the first mistake as no matter how fast a human could run, no one could

Although everyone had heard rumors of bears walking away

to attack a person was very low in the first place. The best course of action would be to retreat without provoking it, but slowly walking away or climbing up a tree. If the person trying to escape the bear turned out to be unlucky, then the bear would climb the