The icy seawater enveloped me instantly, and I instinctively held my breath and let my body drift with the waves.
"Clara!" Just when I thought I was about to sink, I was pulled out of the water by strong arms.
Andre wrapped his jacket around me and said firmly, "Don't be afraid. You're safe now."
I tightened the jacket around me and watched the speedboat cut through the waves and race towards the horizon.
Behind us, the cruise was engulfed in flames. George's cries were torn apart by the sea breeze. I couldn't hear it anymore.
I glanced back at the blaze with no regrets. I just felt relieved.
...
George stood on the burning deck. Waves crashed, and he could see nothing but the dark sea. "Clara!"
George frantically sent the search and rescue teams to scour the sea for me.
Helicopters and rescue boats kept patrolling the area day and night. Many divers plunged into the deep sea to search every place.
"You still haven't found her?" George stood on the rescue vessel. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.
The rescue team leader bowed his head and said in a heavy tone, "Mr. Wood, we've expanded the search area, but the sea is vast, and the currents are affecting us. We've found any clues."
"Keep searching." Even if I became a dead body, he wouldn't let me go.
"Clara, you belong to me alone."
Savannah sat in the lounge and watched the busy rescue teams outside. A shadow of malice flashed in her eyes.
In her eyes, even in death, Clara couldn't stop causing trouble.
Two weeks later, George returned to the villa, worn out and unkempt. My father was already waiting in the living room.
He looked at George's haggard appearance and frowned. "George, don't neglect Savannah due to Clara."
George said, "Clara is your daughter. Aren't you worried about her?"
Charles sneered, "She loves playing these tricks to get your attention. She must aim to ruin Savannah's birthday party."
George frowned. "Clara isn't like that."
"But your heart has already wavered because of her, hasn't it?"
George tried to say more but found he couldn't deny it.
"Don't let her affect you, George." Charles said, "The most important thing now is Savannah's birthday party. We'd better head out now."
Savannah's birthday party was lavish. The banquet hall was bright and filled with celebrities.
Yet, George suddenly remembered my birthday not too long ago.
There was no party or cake. He hadn't even wished her "Happy Birthday."
In the twilight glow, I quietly and alone ate an expired sandwich.
Even earlier, when I was first publicly praised by Friuqego University, Charles wasn't proud of me. Instead, he chided me for being too ostentatious just because Savannah hid in a corner and shed tears.
But that day, Charles stood on the stage and said proudly to everyone, "Thanks to Savannah's remarkable talent and hard work, she has successfully patented a new anti-allergy drug and received an offer from the national research center."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted in applause.
Many guests showered Savannah with admiring glances, praise, blessings, and flattery.
Savannah was dressed in a champagne-colored gown with exquisite makeup. She wore a graceful smile and slightly bowed to the guests. "Thank you all for your support. I will continue to strive at the institute and live up to your expectations."
Her gaze swept over the crowd and finally rested on George, filled with anticipation.
George stepped forward and looked at her, who was radiant, but he kept thinking about me.
I had spent countless nights poring over materials at my desk. I had meticulously studied experimental data and repeated tedious and complex operations over and over...
That patent was clearly the result of my countless sleepless nights.
"George, would you care to dance with me?" Savannah extended her hand, interrupting his thoughts.
George returned to his senses. He suppressed the unease in his heart and reached out to take her hand.
The music began, and the two moved slowly on the dance floor. But George was distracted, and his mind was entirely filled with my image.
"George..." I had said to him with a smile, "I've set up a special number just for you. Whenever you miss me, call me with it. Even if I'm in the middle of an experiment, I won't miss your call."
George had never paid it much attention, but that number was vividly clear in his mind at that moment.
Before the must ended, George released Savannah's hand. He ignored her stunned expression and quickly went to the corner. He called the number that he hadn't dialed for a long time. His fingers were trembling.
As the call connected, George's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He gripped the phone tightly, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and tremors. "Clara, is that you?"
