Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 644

The sound of crashing waves drowned everything else. The woman curled up in the reef cave opened her eyes to the sight of ships out in the sea. She had no intention to call for help, though her eyes were bright and alert.

It had been six days since Janet was trapped in this place.

In all that time, several ships had passed by and gone.

There was even one instance when a ship had thrown anchor near the cave. The men had alighted and traversed the reef, shouting her name as they went.

"Is anybody here? We are the search and rescue team sent by the White family! If you can hear us, please respond or make some noise!" They bellowed the same words over and over.

But their voices only scared Janet, so much so that she squeezed deeper into the cave. She never made a sound.

After all, she couldn't be certain whether these so-called rescuers were friend or foe.

What she did know for sure was that someone wanted to kill her.

Janet didn't want to risk running into her enemies, so she thought it would be best to keep silent and hidden. If things turned out the same as last time, she may not be as lucky as to escape again.

The rescuers had stayed for a few minutes. When they got no answer, they decided to leave.

"Let's go. There is no one here. I heard that there is an island just up ahead. Let's go over there and take a look."

With a short blare of its horn, the ship lifted its anchor and sailed away.

Janet watched it all happen from her dark corner in the cave.

For days on end, the same scenario repeated itself, and she would press tight against the cave walls and observe whoever had come. She couldn't even begin to guess who all those men worked for. She was careful not to make a peep, afraid that the slightest sound might alert them to her presence.

In the end, the ships eventually stopped coming to this area.

Only then did Janet realize that she didn't know what to do.

The last time it rained was three days ago, and all the freshwater around her had already dried up under the glaring sun. Her throat was dry as a parchment.