Mechelle's POV
"Baby, I'm sorry."
I smiled, surprised that he would apologize to me at this moment.
"If we can't get out and die here, will you regret it?" Alexander Duncan suddenly asked.
"Of course I will. There are still many things I haven't done. I've always hoped to become an excellent jewelry designer in the future," I replied with a faint smile, pressing my face tightly against his back.
Alexander Duncan took a deep breath and smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, we'll be fine. William will send someone to find us."
I nodded, "I hope so."
