155 Rachael, where is your mother's phone?

Mario was the helicopter pilot. Since Raymond was in such a hurry, they couldn't prepare the private jet or book a flight so the helicopter was the next best thing.

Still, Steve couldn't understand why Raymond was taking such responsibility. If the lady was sick, wasn't it better to just call 911 over there? Why go so far?

He was acting like a father and a husband, did he know that? He probably did. Or else, why would he set out in the middle of the night just to go across the world and get a little girl and her mother?

"Where is this going to lead?" He muttered as he watched the helicopter ascend into the sky.

He made sure Raymond wore thick clothes as the night was cold and the wind was ferocious.

Raymond was serious about this and he sat still the whole night. He didn't sleep. It wasn't that he didn't want to but rather, he couldn't. He kept thinking about why he cared for that little girl so much for him to go this far.