Meanwhile, back in F nation, Mr. Preston put down the phone in his hands and turned to look at his inconsolable wife with a distressed expression flashing across his eyes. He sighed softly before taking her into his arms.
His tone was unbearably soft as he wiped the tears in her face with unprecedented gentleness.
"Our daughter will be fine, okay? She survived years ago when we lost her. She definitely will this tine around as well. We have to believe that she would..."
"Besides.. crying at this time would neither solve anything nor make things better for her wherever she is. Therefore, rather than crying and wallowing in sorrow, don't you think it's better to channel that energy into finding her ourselves after going down to Country Z?"