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.

surprise from time to time, reminding him that he wasn't exempt of fear. However,

little Boswell trembled under a big tree, thinking about the warmth in his parent's embrace, the delicious food cooked by

and then he burst

know how long he had cried when

the people in the helicopter flew past him when they couldn't see

he was right until he heard it again. This time

else had joined them in this forest. Maybe his father had sent someone to rescue him, or maybe the gangsters had called in reinforcements. Whatever it was, Boswell was too afraid to sit around all by himself. He had

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

home to many pesky critters

sometimes catch a squirrel running into the bushes from time to time and sometimes he would catch a pheasant

that even though it was dark out there, he had no reason to be afraid, unless

sounds from above. He looked up

helicopter might not have seen him, but the drone was flying low enough to spot him from

the drone, "Hey! I'm here! I'm here!" The boy jumped and jumped, making

he had been fearing all along finally came true.

movements around him.

an unexpected noise around him.

slowly turned around, disregarding the drone

As he took

If his eyes hadn't deceived him, the ominous silhouette before him was a bear.

but he kept telling himself

or bears in the wild. According to his father's words, when met with a bear, running would be the first mistake as no matter how fast a human could run, no one could

rumors of bears walking away from a dead body, this rumor was very

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