Flossie Wright watched her leave, quite intrigued.
It was interesting.
It was just that she was somewhat tired and didn't have much energy to spare.
"You rest well."
It wasn't long before Glenn Hutchinson lowered his gaze towards Flossie Wright and instructed her with a few words, then he too prepared to leave.
Ordinarily, he would stay by Flossie Wright's side.
But now, that wasn't possible.
He bore a mission on his shoulders, a sense of duty, and the lives of others; as he delayed, perhaps there were people suffering, desperately waiting for rescue.
In his position, he could avoid participating in the actual rescue, even stay here to command the overall situation, and arrange manpower without having to face the ever-present danger of collapse.
But—
He was Glenn Hutchinson.
If he didn't act, he would have no responsibilities, yet he would feel uneasy.
It was precisely because his hands were stained with blood that he worked even harder to save lives.
