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Just as Rachel was about to speak, her phone rang.
Eric’s name flashed on the screen.
He was calling with an update on Jeffrey’s case.
After hearing him out, Rachel’s voice turned serious. “Eric, you once said that marrying Brian would significantly improve our chances of winning. I want to confirm that with you again.”
“Yes, there’s no question about it.”
“Got it, thanks,” she said before ending the call.
She didn’t know how much time she had left, but one thing was certain–she would fight for Jeffrey’s custody
with everything she had.
If something happened to her before Jeffrey gained independence, Moira would stop at nothing to torment and
control him, turning his life into a nightmare.
Time was running out, and she had to act fast.
Drawing in a deep breath, Rachel stepped inside.
Brian had just shrugged off his jacket, his crisp white shirt highlighting his strong, well–defined frame.
The moment she entered, Brian reached for her hand. “I’ve adjusted my schedule. In three days, we’ll go pick
out your wedding dress.”
Rachel shook her head. “That won’t be necessary.”
Brian assumed she was still upset and was about to explain when she lifted a hand, her cool fingers softly
pressing against his lips.
In a voice as light as a whisper, she said, “Brian, let’s move the wedding up.
Brian froze, caught off guard.
She went on, “If you truly want to be with me, let’s not wait. If you’re hesitant, I won’t force you. Take a day to think it over and tell me when you’re sure.”
“I…” Brian started, instinctively wanting to respond.
But she gently cut him off, saying, “Don’t rush to answer. Think it through properly before you decide.”
She wasn’t sure if she had simply taken him by surprise. The next morning, when Rachel woke, Brian was
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already gone.
After breakfast, she turned to Carol and said, “Carol, you once mentioned a church on the mountain that has
a wishing fountain. Can you tell me more about it?”
“Of course. Are you thinking of making a wish?” Carol’s heart swelled with joy.
If her guess was right, Rachel was likely praying for a child.
The idea of welcoming a great–grandchild soon made her smile with delight.
She eagerly shared some advice with Rachel, saying, “When you make a wish, you have to truly believe and your wish is more likely to come true. So, make sure to clear your mind of any distractions. The church is at the top of a mountain. It’s a long and tiring journey, so bring food and don’t lose heart halfway.”
Rachel took in every word.
The driver pulled up at the base of the mountain, and Rachel stepped out, tilting her head back to take in the view. The mountain stretched high, covered in dense greenery, making it look both beautiful and intimidating.
The peak was nowhere in sight, and there was no sign of the church either–it had to be tucked away
somewhere deep in the forest.
Even reaching the top wouldn’t be the end of it; she still had a long way to go.
It was going to be tougher than she thought.
“Ms. Marsh, are you sure you want to go up there?”
The driver, who had been sent by Carol, spoke with the kind of politeness that showed how much he respected
Rachel.
“Yes, I’ve come all this way, so I have to do it. It’s going to take a while, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back. You don’t have to wait–go ahead and leave.”
“Alright then, just give me a call when you’re ready to come down, and I’ll be there to pick you up.”
“Okay.”
Slinging her backpack over her shoulders, Rachel took her first step and started climbing, keeping a steady pace.
She knew this wasn’t a quick task–it was more of a marathon, so she made sure not to rush and saved her
energy.
But even with her careful pacing, by the time two hours had passed and noon rolled around, she was completely drained and gasping for air.
Her cheeks were flushed from all the effort, giving her face a warm, healthy color.
After taking a short break and sipping some water, her phone buzzed with a video call from Yvonne.
“What are you doing? You look like you just ran a marathon.”
Rachel turned the camera around to show her surroundings. “Hiking. Thought I’d pray for some good luck.”
The second she said that, the video call froze.
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“Yvonne?” Rachel called out a few times, but the screen stayed stuck, neither of them moving
She tried calling again, but it wouldn’t connect.
Looked like the higher she got, the weaker the signal got.
Taking that as her cue, she rested for a few more minutes before getting back to hiking.
She still had a long way to go and needed to reach the top before 3 p.m. Otherwise, the return trip would be
even tougher.
As she got further up, the steps became steeper, and exhaustion really started hitting her.
Luckily, she had planned ahead and brought a stick to help her walk.
By 1 p.m., a few couples who had started before her were already making their way down.
Noticing her standing there, hunched over and looking pale, a young woman hurried over and held her arm.
“Miss, are you okay?”
She waved her boyfriend over to help, too.
Together, they led Rachel to a flat spot nearby and helped her sit down on a rock.
Once she’d caught her breath and taken a sip of water, Rachel flashed the girl a grateful smile. “Thanks a lot.”
“No problem, really. Are you here by yourself? I heard there might be a storm later. Are you sure you want to
keep going?”
“Yeah.” Rachel nodded. “I’ve made it this far, so I can’t just turn back now.”
After thanking them again, Rachel got up and kept walking ahead.
It wasn’t easy, but she finally made it to the top before 3 p.m., and there it was–the wishing fountain.
As soon as she saw it, she pressed her hands over her chest and shut her eyes, whispering a quiet prayer.
When she finally opened them, her eyes were slightly teary.
After offering her silent plea, she took out a few coins from her pocket.
She carefully picked one and threw it towards the central sculpture of the fountain, silently hoping for some
good news.
But she missed her target.
The meaning was crystal clear–it was a bad omen.
She had come all this way, putting her heart into this, and yet… She couldn’t accept it. She tried a few more times but missed her target every time.
As she made her way down, the last bjt of hope she had been holding onto unraveled, slipping away completely.
Her strength faded, and she felt her body giving in.
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By the time 6 p.m. rolled around, the driver still hadn’t heard from Rachel.
His chest tightened with worry, and without wasting a second, he called Carol.
Carol’s heart sank the moment she heard the news. Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and called Brian.
“Brian, you have to find Rachel. Something’s wrong. I think she’s in trouble.”
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