CHAPTER 775: CHAPTER 775: LET HIM GO

Ian Fletcher noticed that his son was absent-minded. He approached him from behind and said bluntly, "If you want to go, then go."

Chase Fletcher turned his eyes upon hearing this, meeting his father’s gaze, a bit shocked that his father would say such a thing.

Mr. Fletcher had actually already discerned his thoughts. "Ben told me that you cleared your schedule for the next three days and were planning to go to the disaster zone with Rachel Sherman."

Seeing the worry in his father’s eyes, Chase felt very apologetic. Life is given by parents.

"Don’t burden yourself mentally. Life and death are fated, and wealth is predetermined. As long as you don’t regret today’s decision, it’s fine." Mr. Fletcher’s tone was exceptionally relaxed. "If you want to go, then go, just be safe. If you don’t leave now, it’ll be dark soon."

On the stairs, Summer Hughes heard this, and her heart skipped a beat. She stopped her steps and held the railing.

She saw her son hug his father gratefully, as if countless words melted into this hug.

After the hug, he turned and walked out of the living room.

Summer Hughes watched through the floor-to-ceiling window as her son got into the car. Soon, she saw the car drive away.

As a mother, she was still a bit worried but didn’t stop him.

Ian Fletcher turned his gaze and unintentionally met his wife’s eyes, and their gazes met.

After a while, she took a step down the stairs, "Why did you let him go? It’s very dangerous, you know?"

"Do you think I can stop him?" Mr. Fletcher softly countered.

He seemed to have recently come to terms with something, his expression cold and somber. He took a deep breath, "Rather than letting him sneak out in the middle of the night, it’s better for us to agree to let him go. First, it makes us seem more open-minded, and second, he’ll leave without any psychological burden and be able to take care of himself better."

Summer Hughes didn’t say much more; if he’s gone, he’s gone.

Just like he said, life and death are fated. From the moment humans are born, they receive their own life’s script.

When to marry? Who to marry? When to die? How to die? Everything is destined.

"How’s mom doing?" Ian Fletcher is a perfect son-in-law because he loves her very much.

"Recently, she might frequently think of the past, feeling responsible for Star’s disappearance. I think my mother’s biggest wish in life is to find that child, or else she won’t die in peace."

Ian Fletcher tightly furrowed his thick eyebrows, clearly in a bad mood, wanting to do something for the elderly but feeling powerless.

How to find? Where to find?

The next day.

In a seaside city, Rachel Sherman and her colleagues, after finishing their report, also participated in the rescue efforts.

The flood in the city had already reached above the knees. Many things floated on the water’s surface, and the water quality was particularly poor.

The people unable to evacuate in time were thus trapped and were very pitiable.

They had come here specifically to document heroic deeds, report on the disaster, and portray the real scenes after the typhoon.

"This typhoon was so powerful that it caused extreme heavy rain in Oakhaven a thousand kilometers away. Last night, as the typhoon passed, countless cars were overturned, rooftops were blown off, roads flooded severely, and water poured into the city. Our rescue team has already arrived..."

Rachel Sherman stood in waist-deep floodwater facing the camera. Her microphone had long been immersed in water and was unusable. Although she was wearing waterproof clothing, she was soaked through, her petite body seemingly about to be swept away by the wind.

The typhoon has now passed, leaving behind widespread devastation.

Her broadcast was a live report. Comments frequently appeared, praising her bravery as a journalist and advising her to stay safe.

After reporting the situation, Rachel Sherman and her colleagues also joined the rescue efforts, tying a rope around their waists as they struggled forward in the flood, doing their bit, however small.