When Kathy arrived at the airport, she found the lounge packed.
The electronic screen scrolled with the latest airline news. Most routes were temporarily closed
because of the volcanic eruption in Iceland.
Kathy's heart skipped a beat. She ran to the information desk. The tired staff members were repeating
the words "sorry". She walked out of the crowd and saw that on the other side of the airport, the
workers were moving cots in large numbers. She couldn't even find a seat to sit on, so she sat on her
suitcase and unlocked her phone.
Many domestic news websites had reported that air traffic in Europe was at a standstill. Tens of
thousands of tourists had been stranded at the airport, and the restoration of routes was further away
than ever.
The telephone line at the embassy was busy. The news on the Internet didn't send out clear messages.
Some said that within three days the flight will be restored, while others said that it would take at least
half a month. Kathy stood up impatiently. She wanted to go to the bathroom and wash her face, but out
of the corner of her eye she saw a piece of news scrolling.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but couldn't help click on it.
Was he in Europe too?
Kathy was bewildered, and her brain was in chaos.
"Mr Joseph, a leading neurologist, arrived in Europe three days ago and would participate in an
international medical conference..."
Kathy was suddenly filled with a strange and distant sense of dependence. She was depressed and
ashamed, but at this moment, she really missed the man who was capable of anything three years ago.
"No, I have to do something..." As if to dissipate her weakness, Kathy hurried out of the airport with her
luggage.
Perhaps she could get there before the ash reached southern Europe and return home.
Arriving at the station, however, it turned out that she was not the only one who thought so.
There were crowds everywhere. It reminded people of the travel rush during major holidays.
Kathy waited at the end of the line in despair until a kind tourist told her that all airports in other
southern European countries were also closed and that she might as well stay here and wait.
So Kathy had to go back to the airport and sit at the gate wearily. Karl called again and asked if she
was on the plane. Kathy answered helplessly, "I don't know when the flight will be restored."
The staff gave her water and bread, but she couldn't eat either. She was on edge at the thought of
Jennifer's condition.
As time went by, more and more people came to the airport, getting into a hopeless muddle.
She knew very well that even if the weather suddenly cleared up, she would not be able to go on board
immediately.
She tried to calm down and think what to do.
However, Kathy unconsciously opened the email app on her phone and typed her username and
password.
Unexpectedly, the login was successful.
Kathy felt dizzy for a while. Soon she told herself she couldn't think about it anymore. Maybe he never
changed the password, or maybe he didn't really care.
And she must be strong!
Then she closed the web page in no time and took a deep breath. She tried to call the embassy again
and again.
Near the harbor in Amsterdam, Joseph stood behind a French window, watching with indifference.
Joseph had just returned from a party and took a short rest before John called.
"Mr Joseph, someone has entered your itinerary mailbox."
There were only two people in this world who knew this password.
"Yes." He put down the glass. His eyes darkened.
"Do you want to change the password?"
"No." Joseph loosened his tie with his long fingers, his thin lips curling slightly.
"Okay." John didn't ask much, even though he knew she was the only person to log in.
"Mr Joseph, just to confirm, you're going to Finland tomorrow..."
"Put it off." Joseph said without thinking. "I'm staying here for two days."
After putting down the phone, Joseph went back to his study, turned on his computer and checked his
email aimlessly.
After a while, he logged into the mailbox with great interest, wrote down the address, and then clicked
the "Send" button.
He turned off the computer, his thin lips getting cold. "I'm looking forward to meeting you here. Kathy."
In the early hours of the morning, a phone call from Country F almost deranged Kathy.
Now she was stuck in this damn airport and couldn't find her way out even if she tried.
Even if the Bridges family were powerful enough, they couldn't get a private jet to come and pick her
up. And it would too long to get here.
As for Reece... She knew he was in Europe, but the last thing she wanted was to ask him for help.
She resisted as much as he was terrifying.
Kathy's eyes turned red and she thought of the news. With trembling fingers, she typed in the
password and entered the mailbox again. There was a new message. Inside was an address. It was
not far from here.
Could he help? Or, if he could... Was he willing to help?
She had no strength left to think. After copying down the address, she dragged her luggage through the
crowd and left the airport.
Dense clouds blotted out the light from the sky. Joseph's place wasn't easy to find. Kathy was a little
weak on her feet when she got out of the taxi. After a full day and night in the airport, she had no
appetite for food at all.
Raising her head slightly, Kathy felt a chill on her lips.
With her windbreaker wrapped around her and her head bowed, she stepped up to the closed black
iron gate and rang the doorbell.
Soon, someone politely answered the bell, "Hello, may I help you?"
Kathy explained her reason for the visit in a simple way. And then the man paused and replied politely,
"Mr Joseph is resting now. I'm sorry. No one is allowed to disturb him while he is resting. You can come
back later. "
At that moment, Kathy didn't know what she was thinking. Maybe she was relieved that Joseph was
really here, or maybe... she felt very embarrassed.
They clearly had nothing to do with each other, but she still came here to beg him.
"Then I'll wait here." She said tonelessly.
The man didn't even mention letting her in and cut off the communication.
"Mr Joseph, it's raining outside."
When the butler reminded him, Joseph just raised his eyes slightly. His face was pale as he looked out
at the weather.
"The news said that ash mixed with rain is very harmful."
Joseph frowned and glanced at the energetic white-haired butler.
"I mean, the lady outside doesn't seem to have an umbrella."
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