Chapter 492

Jane sat huddled behind the slightly weathered wooden door, her tiny arms wrapped around her knees. The wind outside still howled mournfully, and her small face was etched with worry. "Brother Frederick, when will this storm stop?" she murmured in her soft, childlike voice. "The live stream must’ve cut out by now. If the others find out we're caught in a sandstorm, they’ll be so worried." She bit her lip, anxiety gnawing at her. Would her eldest brother be so concerned that he’d ignore the storm and rush in by helicopter to find her? Frederick pulled out a piece of dry bread and a bottle of milk from his bag, handing them to her. He gently ruffled her soft hair. "Don’t worry. The others know you’re with me they trust I’ll keep you safe. They won’t act recklessly. Even if John or Jordan lose their heads, Lucas will stop them." He gave her a reassuring smile. "Eat something first. Once the wind dies down a little, Fisher and the others will come for us." Jane took the bread and milk, her