The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 187

How she wished this was all just a nightmare.

After all, in her past life, Mr. Quigley Sr.’s plane had crashed somewhere far from Haven, in the midst of his travels around the world. Not here, not like this.

But Yves' next words sent an icy chill racing down her spine.

“I dreamed it, too.” Yves pressed his hands over his face, tears seeping through his fingers. The dream had felt so real—so vivid that it left his heart racing with panic.

Steeling herself, Lindsay reached for her phone and dialed the airline, her voice barely steady as she gave them the details of Mr. Quigley’s flight.

The operator’s reply came after an agonizing silence. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry to tell you this, but flight HM555 went down near Haven about thirty minutes ago. There were no survivors.”

It was as though a judge’s gavel had come down, sealing Lindsay’s fate. The strength drained from her hands, and her phone slipped onto the bed. The world became a ringing blur; she barely registered the operator’s words.

It took her several long moments to pull herself together. Even then, she hovered in uncertainty, dreading how she would tell Yves this cruel truth.

“Our nightmare came true, didn’t it?” Yves' eyes were bloodshot, his voice ragged. “I heard… the old man’s plane crashed at Haven. No one made it.”

Lindsay had no idea how to comfort him. She wrapped her arms around Yves, trying to soothe him. “We’ll leave for Haven right away. Miracles do happen—maybe Mr. Quigley survived somehow.”

“I’ll get ready,” Yves muttered, gently pushing Lindsay aside as he grabbed his phone and called Cheryl to fill her in.

Cheryl wasted no time; in less than half an hour, she was landing a helicopter on the Quigley estate.

Forty minutes later, the helicopter touched down in Haven. The crash site was deep in the forest—they had to rent a car to get any closer, another twenty minutes’ drive.

Ahead, a crowd of rescue workers and grieving families had already gathered, their wails of anguish impossible to contain.

Lindsay stared at the gaping crater where the plane had gone down. There was no blood, no sign of bodies—just scattered pieces of twisted metal.

To fall from so high... they must have been terrified. Tears streamed down Lindsay’s cheeks. She turned away, unable to bear the sight. There were more than two hundred people on that flight. Two hundred families would spend the rest of their lives remembering this day.

Yves sought out the rescue team leader, desperation in his voice. “Is it really true? No survivors at all? Maybe—maybe someone managed to parachute out before the crash?”

The team leader’s face was grave, his sympathy genuine. “I’m sorry. Based on our investigation, that’s impossible. The plane was descending too fast—nobody would have had the chance to escape. To be honest, they probably lost consciousness the moment the plane went down.”