Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Chapter 443 Pet Assist_1

Dylan Summers and Yolanda Summers’ words, far from making Camilla Farrell back down, became a driving force, spurring her on to burn all bridges and give it a try!

Because it was clear that this father and daughter duo wanted to wash their hands off the matter, they simply didn’t care about the child’s life or death.

But Mrs. Jameson was genuinely worried about the child and was willing to take the risk of being held accountable in order to propose such a bold suggestion.

The ice was wet and cold, how long could her baby hold on? Even if the rescue team arrived, planning the rescue operation would take time, yet time was of the essence.

At that moment, hearing someone shout that the ice had cracked again, Camilla Farrell’s heart jumped to her throat.

She couldn’t wait any longer!

“Ms. Summers! Can your snake really save people?!” Camilla Farrell looked at Purple Summers eagerly, her eyes red and intense.

“It can,” Purple Summers’ voice was soft, like a cool, rippling spring, soothing Camilla Farrell’s anxious heart, “Even if it can get your Little Baby to thicker ice, to buy a bit more time for the rescue, that would be good.”

She didn’t make an overblown promise, which only increased her credibility.

Nathaniel Summers said, “Indeed, if the snake can bring the child closer, it’ll be easier for us to perform the rescue.”

The difficulty now was the thin ice, which got thinner closer to the center of the lake. If the child could be moved closer to shore, perhaps a person could go for the rescue.

After Mrs. Farrell made up her mind, Purple Summers didn’t hesitate and, along with Jane McCain, quickly returned to the small western-style house. The child was in grave danger on the ice, they were racing against time.

In just a short time, a fit black hunting dog sprang from the doorway, startling everyone into stepping back a few paces; next came Jane McCain and then Purple Summers, with a spotted python slithering behind her!

People gasped.

This snake was huge! It could swallow a baby whole with no trouble at all, were they really going to have the snake conduct the rescue?!

Those who had initially been curious now began to question the decision, even hesitating about whether to speak up and stop this absurd rescue effort.

The boa constrictor, being sensitive to cold, lingered at the doorway, reluctant to go out.

Purple Summers patted its head and whispered a few soothing words; holding an unknown object to entice it, the python then followed her as she slid out.

Cleo, although lazy, actually moved rather quickly for a python.

With Purple Summers’ deliberate enticement, Cleo quickly reached the lakeshore but showed visible reluctance the moment its body touched the ice.

Just when everyone thought the python would fail at the crucial moment, a raven on Purple Summers’ shoulder hopped down—

Everyone’s attention had been fixed on the python on the ground, and no one had noticed Tiny.

A crow’s intelligence can surpass that of a seven-year-old child, and Tiny was clearly smarter than the average crow. It understood Purple Summers’ intent and smartly took hold of Cleo’s yarn tail from Purple Summers’s hand, hopped onto the lake ice, and, imitating Purple Summers, led Cleo towards the center of the lake, looking back every three steps.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

What were they seeing?

A bird, instructing a snake, to save a baby.

Unprecedented!

Incredible!

Those who were initially skeptical about this crazy idea now all changed their minds—perhaps it could really work! The python might actually save a person!

The body structure of the python, crawling and sliding, distributed its weight and put less pressure on the ice, allowing Cleo almost unimpeded progress across the ice, and it quickly reached the baby.

The ice trembled and swayed, the swaddling clothes could slide into the water at any moment.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats, nerves stretched tight, as they watched the baby and the giant python in the middle of the lake, not daring to breathe out loud.

They were worried both about the python harming the child and about the python not saving the child!

Then, Tiny stopped beside the swaddling clothes, cocking its head to look at the Little Baby inside, as if pondering.

After a few seconds, Tiny gently set the yarn tail on the baby.

From a distance, Purple Summers saw this and thought to herself, “Not good.”

If it was just left on the surface, Cleo might only bring back the yarn tail and completely ignore Mrs. Farrell’s child!