Chapter 525

There were no proper paths in the mountains; the so-called "path" was just something wild boars usually trampled through. I cursed bitterly in my heart as I stumbled forward. Jeremiah and his group were already nowhere to be seen, while Madison and I, like snails, were still struggling to climb. Yesterday's climb had drained me of my strength, and today, pushing myself to continue was the limit. Reluctantly, I had to stop and go a few steps at a time. However, Madison was moving easily. Her small, slender body moved steadily across the rugged mountain trail, occasionally pausing to wait for me. After half a day of climbing, the two of us stopped at a fast-flowing river. Madison skillfully rolled up her pants. I did the same, and that was when I froze. The calf I injured yesterday was swollen to an alarming degree, bruised, and purple. Madison walked over, took one look, and also froze. She couldn't help but advise, "Ms. York, you should go back. In your condition, you won't be