The Billionaire’s Surprise Twins by A Young Cabbage

Chapter 366: Is Crying Useful?

Chapter 366: Is Crying Useful?

At the utterance of those words, Julia Sanders‘ eyes immediately welled up, and she turned her head

to gaze at the vast expanse of the sea, a wave of despair washing over her.

As she turned back, the glisten of tears at the corners of her eyes met Frederick’s gaze. Frederick

sighed softly, moving closer to Julia, his fingers delicately brushing away the dampness from her eyes.

“There’s always a way, don’t worry.”

His attempt at consolation had an unexpected effect. Instead of calming her fears, Julia’s inner turmoil

burst forth. She suddenly broke down, a sound akin to a sob escaping her lips as she flung herself into

Frederick’s embrace.

“Sniff… It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on coming to this island, Claire wouldn’t have

agreed. Sniff… It’s all my fault…”

A faint fragrance of a young woman enveloped Frederick, causing him to freeze momentarily. Uncertain

his hands hovered, unsure of what to do. In moments like these, the more fragile someone’s state of

mind, the more likely they are to unravel. Clearly, Julia’s mental defenses had crumbled at this

moment.

Her desolate cries and trembling shoulders pierced Frederick’s heart like needles. He slowly lowered

his head, observing the girl burying her face against his chest. Suddenly feeling a pang of

compassion, after a moment of hesitation, his hands tenderly enclosed Julia.

“It’s not just you who wanted to come here. We all did, Julia. Don’t shoulder all the blame on

yourself. In moments like these, we need to stay calm.”

“Sob…”

Julia couldn’t stop crying. “I want to stay calm too, but I can’t! This remote place, no fresh water,

no food. The four of us, that little we have won’t last long… Sob… We’re done for!”

As she sobbed, Claire’s eyes also reddened, but having weathered numerous storms, even the depths

of

despair, her psyche was stronger than that of an ordinary woman.

Suppressing the urge to cry, she took a deep breath, calmly observing the sun slowly setting in the

west. “It gets cold by the sea at night, and we don’t have tents or anything. Let’s gather some

branches, light a fire tonight, and focus on getting through the night safely.”

Chapter 166: is Crying Useful?

Up to 30% off

Frederick nodded, but with the girl in his arms so distraught, he signaled to Sean Vanderbilt. Sean

gave a subtle nod, then helped Claire to her feet, and the two headed back towards the forest.

There were quite a few fallen branches on the ground. Sean and Claire picked up the thinner ones tha

seemed easier to ignite, cradling them in their arms, then gathered some thicker branches until their

arms were full before returning.

After a few steps, Claire suddenly turned to Sean, a glint of curiosity shimmering in her deep brown

eyes. “Sean, I can’t tell if you have an extraordinary composure or what. In such dire straits, why

is there not a hint of panic on your face?”

Sean blinked slightly, turning to glance at Claire and chuckled softly. “You said it yourself. It’s a dire

situation. Is panicking and making a fuss useful at times like this? If even Fred and I were to

panic, what about you and Julia?”

Claire maintained a steady gaze on Sean’s expression. His words were delivered with such equanimity

that Claire couldn’t detect anything awry. She turned back, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

“Indeed, Sean, you’re absolutely right!”

Sean glanced sidelong at Claire, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “Let’s go, put these back, and

then let’s take another look in the woods to see if there’s anything edible. I’d rather not

starve out here.”

By the time they returned, Julia had gradually emerged from her emotional state. Seeing Sean and

Claire bustling about, she felt a pang of embarrassment.

She wiped the remaining tears from her face and stood up, suddenly infused with determination. “Since

it’s come to this, let’s focus on how we can strive to survive.”

They gathered more branches and even after Sean and Frederick scoured the woods, they found noth

edible before returning to the shore.

By now, the sun had set, and the sky grew darker. Sean sighed, arranging the collected branches into

a small pile.

After a brief search in his pocket, he pulled out a lighter, looking helplessly at Frederick. “Thank

goodness I smoke. Otherwise, without a lighter, we’d be rubbing sticks together for fire.”

Claire didn’t particularly dislike men who smoked, but Sean rarely did in her presence,

Chapter 366: Is Crying Useful?

Up to 30% off

By now, the sun had set, and the sky grew darker. Sean sighed, arranging the collected branches into a

small pile.

After a brief search in his pocket, he pulled out a lighter, looking helplessly at Frederick. “Thank

goodness I smoke. Otherwise, without a lighter, we’d be rubbing sticks together for fire.”

Claire didn’t particularly dislike men who smoked, but Sean rarely did in her presence, especially

not around the Vanderbilts or at social gatherings.

Seeing Sean jesting like this, her deep brown eyes fixated more on him. A man who remains fearless in

adversity, composed in the face of change, is truly handsome!

Before this, she never doubted her feelings for Sean. However, now, those emotions seemed to underg

a qualitative transformation. It wasn’t just the fanciful yearning of a young girl for romance, but

rather engraving this man deep into the core of her being.

Some might argue these two kinds of emotions are no different, but only those who have experience

this emotional change understand. Initial love, merely a dependency and fondness for the opposite sex

at a certain age, if it ends for some reason, may cause a brief period of heartache before being

attracted to someone else.

The latter, though, is a love etched into one’s bones even after parting. It torments, making one

become obsessive, rendering any other love interest powerless.

Sensing Claire’s gaze, Sean turned to glance at her, lips curving into a slight smile. He ignited the

lighter and, after lighting a handful of dry grass, tucked it beneath the small pile of branches.

Mr. Sean, accustomed to a life of luxury, even handling manual tasks like this with such finesse–

Frederick couldn’t help but tug at the corners of his mouth. enviously remarking. “Not only is smoking

dashing, but even the act of lighting a fire is done so elegantly and charmingly. Ah…”

Comparing himself to the current Sean, he increasingly felt as though he’d wasted these past few

decades.

The dancing flames seemed to dispel the vexing emotions. Julia’s mood lifted again.

Bringing over a box filled with food, she began unpacking its contents one by one. “Two bags of bread,

snacks… five bags, one, two, three, four, five fruits… ah, only seven.”

Chapter 367: All is Understood Without Words