On the Cambodia's direct flight to Arlington-

The plane was shaking and bumping violently. The crying of the adults and children filled the entire cabin, which was mixed with the voice of the captain from the loudspeaker. Everything was in a mess.

Just like Freya's thoughts.

She thought that she would be able to go home after another hour. But currently she not only was unable to return, but also was in danger of falling from a height of 10,000 meters.

shit.

Looking at the blank paper used to write the posthumous papers in front of her, Freya really wanted to smash it and throw it out.

She wanted to go home suddenly to give her parents a surprise, not a scare!

The voice of the flight attendant came from the loudspeaker, "Please write as soon as possible, and after fifteen minutes, our flight attendants will take it away."

Fifteen minutes

Those words were like a bomb, and blew up in Freya's mind.

Three months of arrogance made her see a lot, and also understood a lot of things.

When she had so much to say, she only had fifteen minutes?

damn, fifteen days would not be enough!

"Mom..." said the little girl in the back seat, who cried all the time, "I am so scared, I don't want to die..."

Even an eight year old little girl knew, that time they weren't in a regular situation. Freya forced herself to face the possibility that she would be killed by the airplane crashing.

Although she was not willing, but if God wanted her to die, she seemed to have no way to survive in such an environment.

She suddenly remembered many people, Mr. Norris, her mother, Joanne, Travis, and... Chris.

She pretended to be easy and wrote down what she wanted to say to them. When it was Chris's turn, she suddenly stopped.

Finally, she only wrote: 'I didn't hate you, wish you happiness'.

In the past three months, she stood in Chris's perspective and understood why Chris did so. In fact, she did not hate him.

As for what to do in the future, she had not thought about it.

But at the moment before she died, she seemed to have found the answer. Not from thinking, but the answer came from the bottom of her heart.

However, there might not be a chance to tell Chris.

Fifteen minutes later, the red-eyed flight attendant brought the envelope and put Freya's posthumous papers into it, and then placed it into a small fireproof coffret.

At that time, the plane swayed abruptly. Freya was hit by the inertia and her back was hurt. She couldn't help but curse the air currents.

She groaned while covering the place where she was hurt, and then she opened her eyes after a while, only to find that the plane seemed to fly smoothly and the entire cabin was quiet.

The captain's voice was heard again in the loudspeaker. The captain announced that the plane had safely passed through the airstream. Although they had been delayed for more than half an hour, they would land safely at the A City International Airport an hour later.

The passengers in the back seats cheered, shouting "Long live the captain" and the child stopped crying.

The uneasiness and fear that had previously permeated the cabin was gradually dispelled by the sun.

"Damn," Freya wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and called the flight attendant, "Give me a glass of champagne!" she paused and said, "Open all the champagne on your plane, and give it to the passengers in both first class and business class, everyone has a share, I'll pay the bill!"

The flight attendant first sent Freya's glass of champagne, and she drank it all, but she did not bow her head.

When the captain told them that the plane was in danger of crashing, she was deeply disturbed in her heart. When writing her posthumous paper, she could think of everyone and write down what she wanted to say to them.

Since at the moment everything was fine, she only wanted to cry.

She finally understood that she only had one precious life to live, and what could not be regained was the time that was lost.

The question that had plagued her mind for three months had already gotten the answer.

An hour later, at 3 pm local time, the flight from Cambodia to Arlington safely landed at the A City International Airport. In addition to the slight injury to individual passengers during the bumps, no serious casualties occurred.

The staff at the entire airport cheered.

Since the news had not yet been transmitted, the airport was very calm. Freya took the luggage out and looked at the familiar oriental faces, listening to the familiar mother tongue; it was the first time for her to feel that feeling safe was that good!

She took the sunglasses from the bag and went out to stop a taxi to go home.

At the moment when the taxi drove off, a person walked out behind a column inside the airport, looking at the direction in which the taxi had disappeared, who did not move for a long time.

Jack approached and said, "Boss Scott, it's okay. You see, Miss Freya is going home. Let me send you back to the hospital."

Chris looked at the time. He did leave Joanne alone in the hospital for a long time. He nodded and walked out of the airport.

He forgot how he got to the airport.

"...Miss Freya's flight is in danger of crashing!"

Jack's words were like a powerful bomb. He almost rushed out of the hospital and seemed to have hit several doctors on the way, but he did not apologize.

After arriving at the airport, he entered the control center and learned that the crew and passengers in the cabin were writing posthumous papers.

At that moment, he wished he was on the plane.

If he could not save Freya, he could at least accompany Freya to die together.

Fortunately, everything was fine after the horror, half an hour later.

Chris suddenly discovered that it did not matter even if Freya refused to forgive him, as long as she lived well in that world.

Back in the hospital, Chris saw the doctors and nurses constantly entering and leaving Joanne's ward, and Wendy was also there.

Seeing him coming back, Wendy cried and ran over. "Cousin is throwing up very badly."

What happened? Chris raised his eyebrows, She was fine before I left.

"After you left, she woke up and vomited until now," Wendy was crying and said, "Dr. Tian said that she can't keep vomiting this way, it would not only hurt herself, also the children in her belly will be affected."

Chris returned to the ward, when Aunt Nyla and the nurse had just helped Joanne out of the bathroom.

Joanne was already thin. After a few days of suffering, she had lost some weight, and her bright eyes had lost their past glory. If she closed her eyes, she could always make people think that she was just a broken porcelain doll.

Joanne lay back on the hospital bed and squeezed a smile for Chris. "Brother, I am fine, I can hold it."

"Don't talk." Chris helped Joanne to lie down. "Have a good rest. I will go talk to Dr. Tian about the situation."

Dr. Tian was just waiting for Chris to come back and told him directly, "Miss Scott's morning sickness is the most serious I have ever seen among pregnant women. According to the present signs, for a long period, she will throw up more seriously, and she will need to receive constant nutrition for the children via needle. Even so, it is difficult to ensure that the children will be born healthy."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Has there been such a precedent?"

"Yes, last year our hospital admitted a pregnant woman with very severe morning sickness, but it was a little lighter than Miss Scott's symptoms."

"What happened to the pregnant woman?" Chris asked.

"She held it for half a month, and when she couldn't hold on, she chose to induce labor," Dr. Tian said, "In fact, this is also my advice to you. Go back and discuss with Miss Scott."

"..." Chris did not speak, his face was gloomy.

"Don't misunderstand," Dr. Tian explained, "I don't mean to curse Miss Scott..."

"I know," Chris rubbed his temple, "I'm just wondering how to talk to my sister."

"Or you can wait a little longer; if she continues vomiting that badly, then tell her," Dr. Tian said, "In fact, continuous vomiting is very uncomfortable, and she will feel very weak. Stomach, the throat... they will be very uncomfortable. If you tell her this when she reaches the limits she endures, she may promise."

Chris did not think so. He knew Joanne too much. Since she decided to give birth to the children, she would not give up just because she suffered a little bit.

Being forced to divorce Brian, leaving Brian, seeing Brian and Rosalyn getting together... Joanne could bear all of these.

The days that really made her miserable were not coming.

When Chris returned to the ward, Joanne had already taken the injection. When she saw him, she asked, "Brother, what did Dr. Tian tell you?"

"She said it will be very hard for you in the next period of time." Chris held Joanne's hand and said, "Can you take it?"

Joanne nodded. "Do not worry."

"And," Chris said, "you may have to spend the new year in the hospital."

Joanne shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter anyway. Wherever I am, you will accompany me." She suddenly acted like she thought of something. "Right, if you go home, bring my mobile phone to me. Freya is back; she will definitely contact me."

"Okay."

"Brother..." Joanne asked hesitantly, "Are you ready to meet Freya?"

I have known her for more than ten years, why do I need to prepare to meet? Chris said, I will go to her when it is the right time.

"Okay," Joanne pressed her lips and said, "then I won't meddle between you guys."

"You have to take care of your own body," Chris still decided to disclose a little to Joanne, so that she could be mentally prepared, "Dr. Tian said that your situation is too serious; it may affect the health of the fetuses. So, don't worry about other things, take care of yourself."

Joanne's hand unconsciously covered her belly and she nodded.

In the afternoon, Aunt Nyla brought the mobile phone to Joanne. She turned it on and waited for Freya's phone call until 11 o'clock in the evening. The mobile phone finally rang.

The word "husband" was displayed.

Her heart seemed to have been stabbed and it hurt sharply.

After she picked up the phone, Brian's drunken voice was heard from the receiver, "Why don't you come to me?"

Joanne was confused by the unreasonable questioning. "What?"

Brian's voice was filled with anger. People are all talking about me getting together with Rosalyn, why don't you come to me, why don't you ask me?!

"...You are drunk," Joanne didn't answer the question and reminded Brian.

Brian didn't deny it and stayed silent for a long time, then suddenly vaguely called her name, "Joanne..."

Joanne did not make a sound, and Brian did not speak any more. Joanne guessed that he was asleep, and she hung up the phone.

If she hadn't hung up, she would have heard Brian pleading on the other side of the phone in the next second, "Honey, can you come back?"