Hannah’s brow furrowed as she turned to Caleb. “What happened to him?
How’d he get hurt?”
Caleb let out a heavy sigh. “It’s my fault… That night, during the mission, I got caught by Rodrigo’s guys. Nearly didn’t make it out alive. Mr. Mitchell showed up just in time, drew their attention so I could slip away. But he ended up taking a hit in the belly.”
That was when it clicked for Hannah. She remembered the strict checks at the dock. “Ah, that explains the intense security when the guests got off. They were looking for you guys.”
Caleb nodded, his face lined with worry. “Yeah, we’re safe for now.
But Mr. Mitchell’s hurt and if we try to leave the ship next time, they might catch on.”
Hannah thought for a moment, then suggested, “Stay on the cruise for now. I’ll arrange a helicopter to pick you up tomorrow morning.”
But Caleb shook his head, disagreeing. “No, that’s too risky. Rodrigo doesn’t know who my boss and I really are. If we leave by helicopter, we’re basically waving a flag saying ‘here we are’. That’ll only make things worse.”
Hannah pursed her lips, mulling over the situation, then finally said, “Let me see what I can do. Maybe there’s a safer way out.
Caleb gave her a grateful nod. “Thank you, Miss Moore.”
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Hannah urged Caleb to return with her to the third floor of the cabin. Upon entering, she presented him with a selection of anti-inflammatory medications. “It’s necessary for him to apply ointment to his wound and take medicine orally to recover as soon as possible.
If there’s anything else you need, feel free to come back here.”
Gratefully, Caleb accepted the medicines. “Thanks, Miss Moore!” he replied, before leaving the room.
Outside, Caleb encountered Winston, who eyed him coldly. Wishing to avoid any conflict, Caleb acknowledged Winston with a nod and continued on his way.
Hannah, noticing Winston’s gaze fixed on Caleb’s departing figure, inquired, “Why are you lingering at the door? Are you a doorman?”
Only then did Winston turn and enter the room. “Who was that guy?” he asked.
“Just someone I know,” Hannah replied nonchalantly. “By the way, if someone needs to leave the ship discreetly without drawing attention, do you know a way?”
Winston responded, “Yes. If we need to exit unnoticed, we could dive into the sea. We can arrange for someone to pick us up from a hidden spot.”
Hannah frowned, shaking her head. “That won’t work.”
Bryson, injured in the abdomen and with a deep wound, might not survive a dive into the sea.