Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 631

Chapter 631: Chapter 631

The plane was jostling in the clouds, resembling a tiny boat swaying in a storm.

Marcia was thrown around with the turbulence, items scattered all over the cabin.

Rosemary immediately rushed to the cockpit, finding the pilot unconscious and the plane plummeting due to the lack of control.

"Ah!" A terrified scream came from Marcia in the cabin.

Rosemary quickly moved the pilot to the co-pilot’s seat and grabbed the control stick.

She had flown planes before. Her Grandpa Alberto alone had collected a number of private jets, and she had even flown his private jet to take him to the destinations of business trips.

However, this latest model was different from those she had flown.

This was her first time handling it.

With the current situation, she needed to get the plane back to its original altitude quickly, maintain balance, and land safely on her uncle’s airstrip following the trajectory.

Due to the rapid descent of the plane just now, they were now at a very low altitude.

Rosemary could see clusters of houses outside the cockpit.

To avoid hitting these houses and injuring innocent people, Rosemary operated the control stick again to ascend.

The town’s inhabitants watched in horror as a massive plane plummeted from the sky, then quickly ascended.

They were petrified, unable to believe the scene they just witnessed was real.

If the plane had crashed, their little town would have been wiped out!

Marcia was screaming in terror, covering her ears and hiding in a corner until the plane stopped shaking violently and white clouds appeared outside the window.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, staring blankly for a while, then looking at the things on the floor, which remained relatively stable.

She realized then that she was safe!!

Was it Ms. Collins??

Ms. Collins can fly a plane?!

God, Ms. Collins could do anything!

"Marcia."

Rosemary’s voice came through the intercom, as calm as usual.

Hearing Rosemary’s voice, Marcia, who was still suffering from the panic, immediately burst into tears, her legs giving out from fear.

She crawled to the door, close to the intercom, and said, "Ms. Collins, I’m here. I’m okay."

"The pilot needs you. Come over here."

Marcia heard that Susan was in trouble and hurriedly leaned on the couch, struggling to stand up, but her legs gave out and she fell to her knees.

"Ms. Collins, I’m useless. I can’t stand up." Marcia’s voice was tearful and she said somewhat shamefully, "My legs are weak."

"There’s a way that can help. Listen carefully."

Rosemary sat in the pilot’s seat, pressing a few buttons, instructing her where to massage while keeping an eye on the flight path on the screen to ensure the plane was on the correct trajectory.

Marcia followed Rosemary’s instructions and was quickly able to stand up.

Once again, she marveled at Rosemary’s capabilities.

"Bring my backpack."

"Yes." Marcia took Rosemary’s backpack and in no time she appeared in the cockpit.

Seeing Rose sitting in the pilot’s seat, calmly operating the buttons, she was so frightened that her legs gave out and she instinctively held onto the chair.

Seeing Ms. Collins fly the plane with her own eyes was too shocking.

"Ms. Collins, I brought the stuff," she said, her voice trembling.

"Give me her hand."

Marcia reacted and only then noticed Susan in the co-pilot’s seat. She quickly extended Susan’s hand to Rosemary.

Rosemary’s delicate fingers touched Susan’s wrist, her gaze fixed ahead.

"Sudden heart attack. Open my backpack. There’s a small white bottle inside. Take out one pill, crush it, mix it with water, and feed it to her."

"Oh, okay." Marcia quickly complied.

She couldn’t believe it — Ms. Rose was flying a plane and saving a life at the same time.

Who on earth was this extraordinary person?

She’s truly an extraordinary girl!

After Marcia administered the medicine, Rosemary gently reminded her, "The plane is about to land. You might want to find a seat."

"What about Susan?"

"Help her with her seatbelt."

"Okay." Marcia immediately obeyed, and after securing herself in a seat, the plane began to descend, preparing to touch down at a flashy private mansion.

Below was an endless expanse of green grass, with a long runway on the side.

An elderly butler looked up to the sky, and after a while, he finally spotted a plane heading this way.

He quickly instructed the others on his walkie-talkie, "It must be Ms. Collins’ plane. Is the runway clear? All other planes must move aside. Make sure there’s enough space for Ms. Collins’ plane!"

The plane roared past, descending in a beautiful arc and finally sliding onto the runway.

Marcia’s heart was pounding in fear. She hadn’t expected Ms. Collins to handle the plane landing so smoothly, so effortlessly.

Ms. Collins was truly amazing!

The butler carefully observed the plane.

It was indeed the Collins family’s private jet!!

He was overjoyed and immediately called Bard.

"Mr. Griffith, Ms. Rose’s plane has arrived."

"I saw it."

Bard, seated in his car, watched as the plane made a graceful landing on his family’s tarmac.

The driver respectfully opened the car door, and Bard stepped out, his tall figure causing those around him to bow.

"Good day, sir."

Bard gave a slight nod, his gaze never leaving the plane.

He had heard that this niece, who had been found only half a year ago, was an outstanding doctor.

Even his mother’s complex illness was able to be cured.

She certainly was an impressive young lady.

However, after the plane came to a stop on the runway, the cabin door opened, and the stairs extended to the ground — but no one deplaned.

The butler had originally brought a group of people to greet them, but after waiting by the stairs for a while, there was no movement.

No one came out, and no one came down to explain the situation.

He looked at Bard, puzzled.

"Mr. Griffith?"

"I’ll go take a look."

Bard slowly ascended the stairs, his coat billowing in the wind. His every move exuded a sense of authority and nobility — a unique blend of poise and charisma.

As soon as he stepped into the cabin, Bard spotted a young woman kneeling on the floor, providing medical aid.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her beautiful face radiated with confidence and brilliance.

She was providing treatment to a woman on the couch.

The woman lay still, seemingly ill.

Marcia squatted nearby, anxiously asking, "Ms. Collins, is Susan going to be okay?"

"She’ll be fine."

Rosemary heard the noise from the cabin door. She raised her eyes, her gaze meeting that of the man at the door.

Who was he??

Uncle Bard??

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