Oliver Taylor was filled with indignation.
He had witnessed many incidents of negligence and deceit before, but never so brazenly.
It had gotten to the point where even he, a carefree playboy, couldn't turn a blind eye.
Hannah, however, didn't seem to care. She turned her head to gaze at the night outside the window and asked, "Any news yet?"
Her voice, scattered by the wind, bore a tinge of desolation.
Oliver hated to break it to her, "Uncle River's phone is still unreachable. I asked around and they confirmed he had boarded that flight."
The chances of surviving a plane crash are incredibly low.
They should have told him when he called, Uncle Arnold had been swamped with work these past few days, but even so, he had taken the earliest possible flight back home as soon as he finished.
Probably, he wanted to be back for Miss Winter's debut…
Who could have foretold such a tragedy?
