###Chapter 585 Sudden Disaster - Part 4

Realizing that he might take me away, I clenched my hands and poked my palms with my fingertips to keep me conscious.

Before long, the elevator door opened, and he held me up. It was bumpy all the way. I thought I would be thrown into the car, then taken to some dark room, and finally interrogated. It had happened before.

But when a strong chill hit me in the face, I got a little sobered by the coldness.

Although the weather in September was cold, it was not so cold that all my bones could feel it. It was almost below zero.

A word popped into my head, "Morgue!"

At the bottom of the elevator was not only the parking lot but also the morgue.

Moreover, this was a hospital, and no matter how low the temperature in the parking lot was, it cannot be below zero.

Under the cold stimulation, I regained some consciousness and opened my eyes. I could not help but have a cold struggle. Surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, and the corpses covered with a white cloth that had not been placed inside the cold storage.

The man removed me from his shoulder, and then I heard the sound of ice moving.

A few seconds later, I felt that I had been placed into a container! It was extremely cold!

With the creaking sound, I was then pushed into a confined space.

I could only think of the only reasonable scenario. I had been placed in a colder place which was the freezer where dead bodies were stored.

Out of my body's instinctive desire for survival, my body began to want to call for help. But even so, I could only raise my hand and touch the edge of the freezer. I did not have the strength to tackle, or even make a sound.

The fear of death began to spread through the nerves of my body. I knew that if no one came to save me, I would die, and maybe no one would know long after I am dead.

But who could hate me so much that went this far?

I thought about all the people around me, but I could not think of anyone.

My body had begun its most primitive response, a trembling response to hypothermic stimulation, but still to a minimal extent.

All I can feel was the slow rhythm of the blood.

This was ridiculous!

It never occurred to me that I would end up dying like this.

Nicole Blakeley's several calculated threats, Erin's undying cruelty, Denmark's narrow escape from death, all these things in the past, I did not die.

But in the end, I will only be killed in this extremely simple and quiet way.

I never dreamed of this!

I wanted to see Blossom. I haven't explained to her why I suddenly left without saying goodbye. I haven't hugged her well. I told her that no matter how and where I am, she must grow up happily.

I haven't been to see Frida Biden's children. I haven't called Andrew Biden and Erin's parents. I haven't cooked a meal for them. I haven't told them yet that I'm their granddaughter and the fact that I don't resent them.

I haven't told Jordan that I really love him. I haven't told him yet. In fact, I really wanted to give him a baby. I haven't told him that yet. I really look forward to us having a big wedding.

I still have too many things to do. I don't want to die. I don't want to freeze to death.

The chill was so cold that I could clearly hear the sound of my own shortness of breath, not even the sound of cooling in the freezer.

I wanted to cry for help, but there was no sound at all, the cold above my head began to spread, I could clearly feel the cold on my forehead into the bones, and then my nerves began to ache and then numb.

It felt that it had been a long time, but actually only for a few minutes. The feeling of waiting to die silently was really bad.

My only remaining consciousness began to get tired and blurred. Then I suddenly thought of a passage I read a long time ago. Someone said that there were three kinds of real death in the world.

One is to stop breathing where the hands and feet were stiff, the body was separated from consciousness. This kind of death was physical.

The second was to be declared dead. When the sound of breathing stopped, laid in a hospital bed and was told that you are dead.

The last kind was forgetting. When your body and consciousness disappear, and finally all the information of your existence in the world was emptied. You are slowly forgotten by relatives, friends, your children, and finally completely disappeared.

I seemed to be experiencing the first kind of death at this time, the sound of breathing. No, the sound of heart beating began to fade, and I could hardly feel my breath.

Perhaps, this time I am really doomed.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and accept my fate, I suddenly heard a loud crash. I was startled, and then I felt the shock caused by the smashing of the freezer.

The voice was hurried and anxious, and the moment I felt the white light, I seemed to see a figure as long as jade, shrouding me.

At this moment, I do not know how to describe the mood in my heart. It was mixed with too much emotions.

The cabinet was jerked open and the temperature was still very low, but I clearly felt that the temperature seemed to had become moderate.

I could feel that I was so numb that my nearly hardened body was held by a pair of powerful arms. Then I was held tightly in his arms, and he was giving me heat.

Suddenly warm, I almost cannot wait to get close. There was a familiar smell, and I want to open my mouth to call him.

But I could not say a word.

That sentence, "Jordan, thank you." I was not able to say it.

I was sure it was Jordan! I suddenly relaxed, closed my eyes, and passed out in a deep coma.

During this deep sleep, I had a long dream. A beautiful woman held a baby and walked in the snow for a long time. It was not until she could not walk that she put down the baby in her arms. She knelt in the snow and kissed the baby. She touched the baby and burst into tears.

After a while, she still placed down the child and left it alone. The baby cried in the snow, and her voice was particularly desolate.

I wanted to see it, but somehow everything disappeared.

I dreamt of the old willow tree when I was a child, and the swing under the old willow tree. My grandmother pushed the swing and sang the songs I liked when I was a child.

Then my grandmother disappeared. Then I saw a growing figure waving to me in the vast crowd.

I walked towards him, and before I could see his face, I was dispersed by the surging crowd.

Later, I am repeatedly having the same dream. I know that the man in the dream was Jordan, but every time I reach out to pull him, the dream will disappear.

After countless times, I was anxious, desperately trying to catch him, but in the end, a pair of hands clasped me in a daze.

Someone in my ear was calling me, "Ivelle."