"No, Daddy." Ultimately, she was just a four-year-old child. As she spoke, her lips quivered, and tears began to well in her eyes.
"Good girl." Gem Atkinson stroked the little girl's cheek, cooing, "Daddy would never lie to my little sweetheart. Daddy's your hero, isn't he?"
She believed in her hero, but she didn't want to leave her hero, she only had her hero now...
"Audrey." Clive Hawkins, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He coaxed Audrey, "Look, mommy is still up in the mountains, she can't come down. It's possible she's injured. If daddy finds mommy, he'll have to carry mommy, right? If Audrey goes with daddy, who should daddy carry, Audrey or mommy?"
Audrey blinked her large, moist eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "If mommy is injured, daddy should carry mommy."
"But Audrey can't walk either."
