It's almost unbelievable that someone would voluntarily help Waylon Lewis out.
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The Lewis Family.
Waylon Lewis finished his call and returned to the old man's room.
The old man's eyes, which were slightly red, lit up as Waylon walked back in. "Waylon, is there news about your parents?"
Nearby, Wyatt Lewis kept his composed expression, his gaze filled with anticipation as he looked at Waylon.
Waylon furrowed his brows slightly and replied in his calm, deep voice, "No."
The old man's expression darkened again, his lips trembling.
Seeing the distress in the old man's eyes, Waylon softened his tone and spoke steadily. "The search area will be expanded tomorrow. We will find them."
The old man heard Waylon's words, but the pain in his eyes did not lessen. The chances of survival after a plane crash were exceedingly slim, and there had been no trace of them since. His son and daughter-in-law's fate remained uncertain.
Searching, relentlessly searching, was all they could do now.
