My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 224 Vivian Drowning

"Okay."

Out of worry for Vivian, Morris agreed to her.

He promised her anything she said, as long as she could swim out.

"I believe you are true to your word. I'll be able to swim out!" She patted her chest with arrogance and

confidence.

"Well, I believe you."

Morris nodded slightly and added, "You take the phone and swim in front, I'll follow you behind."

"No problem."

After Vivian nodded her head in agreement, she stood in place and did a few warm-up exercises.

Her master had taught her many things when she was a child, and she had done them all very well.

Especially after seeing the movie "Letter to Dad" starring Jet Li, it inspired her to want to practice

holding her breath and she had been learning with her master.

Only, her usual limit for holding her breath was five minutes.

For two hundred meters swimming distance, she should be fine as long as she held for a while.

Vivian was also betting.

She knew that Morris was badly injured, and with the dampness of the cave, the walls were all extra

slippery and required some arm strength and tools to climb.

Morris had no tools, was wearing leather shoes, and already had a high fever and an injured palm.

No matter which aspect was considered, Vivian was uneasy.

Another point was that he had a high fever now, would he be able to swim out successfully?

"Morris, if we all make it out, we'll be considered brothers who've been face death together since then.

It's impossible to have a scum like you to be my boyfriend, but it's still not bad to be brothers."

Vivian was doing leg stretches and moving her joints all over her body.

Time and time again, being shouted scum, Morris although was resistant at first, but now he had got

used to it.

With a slight sideways glance at the woman beside him, his deep eyes were tinted with a light smile,

"As you wish."

Two minutes later, the two who had done the warm-up stood at the water's edge, Vivian holding the

phone in her hand, and took a deep breath.

"I will go first."

After simply saying two words, Vivian jumped straight into the water.

Seeing her leave, Morris waited thirty seconds before jumping into the water.

The water in the underground dark river is cool in temperature.

Vivian couldn't help but shiver as she jumped down, but she gritted her teeth and held on as she swam

outside.

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Vivian adjusted her form, moving at an even pace, trying to conserve her strength.

It wasn't just a few moments later that Morris followed behind her, protecting her.

Vivian silently calculated the time in her mind, doing a countdown.

Seeing as four minutes had passed, she was energized and holding on.

Even in good spirits, felt like she could hold out for another two minutes, slightly strained, but absolutely

fine.

However, just when Vivian was immersed in elation and felt that she was about to succeed, a sudden

sharp pain in her brain struck her.

As in the dungeon, the pain came swift and sharp, as if the tendons in her brain had been pulled out.

She had been fighting through the pain and was fighting to swim forward.

Hold on, hold on!

Vivian, you can't die here, think of your adoptive parents at home, think of the road of life you haven't

finished yet ......

She mentally cheered herself on.

Because she was holding a flashlight in her hand, Morris could see her every move through the light.

Although Vivian was still swimming forward, her speed dropped significantly.

Sensing that something was wrong, Morris immediately swam to Vivian's side and wrapped an arm

around her waist, carrying her forward.

Vivian couldn't withstand the sharp pain attacking her brain, and finally couldn't help but suck in a

breath as a gush of water rushed directly into her nostrils and mouth, choking with a gurgle.

Seeing that, Morris’ heart fluttered and he wrapped his arms around her, not even thinking, and kissed

her directly on her lips, taking a breath for her.

In that moment, the flow of water, the passage of time, it was as if it was all frozen.

The man looked at the painfully struggling woman in his hands, his lips imprinted on hers, his gaze on

her, his firm gaze sending a message: [Vivian, don't struggle, I'll take you out.]

Drawing in a sharp breath, Vivian was able to relieve herself, and despite the splitting headache, the

kind of pain that could almost instantly disintegrate her will, Vivian saw Morris’ determined gaze and

she endured it.

Not daring to delay for a moment, Morris tugged Vivian and swam towards the outside.

However, Vivian didn't last long, as the immense pain in her brain caused her to ache so much that she

was in near full-body spasms.

She was gulping down water and her body was convulsing.

Morris' heart ached to see her like this, but he gritted his teeth and swam towards the outside.

Closer and closer, he could already see the light outside, more like a glimmer of hope.

Morris’ strength was depleted to the limit, but the message that Vivian was about to die kept haunting

his mind.

He swam forward like a madman.

Finally, the destination was reached.

Morris scurried straight out of the water, and there was a splash.

He took a long breath and immediately dragged Vivian to swim to the shore.

It wasn't until after pulling Vivian out of the water and laying her flat on the ground that Morris saw her

abdomen bulging and being filled with a lot of water.

Seeing how pale and motionless she looked, Morris was nervous.

That sense of tension and fear rushed to his mind, actually making Morris feel more terrified than ever

before.

He patted Vivian's face, "Vivian? Wake up, you can't sleep!"

Morris shouted as he helped her with pulmonary resuscitation, pressing hard on her chest in a very

professional resuscitation technique.

He pressed for a full minute, but Vivian only spat out some water from her mouth, but didn't wake up at

all.

And Morris’ hand was soaked in river water and pressed so hard that the wound in his palm tore and

gushed blood once more.

Blood flowed down Vivian's skin.

"Vivian? Can you hear me? Wake up! Wake up!"

Time passed little by little, and Morris pressed for two minutes, but Vivian actually didn't show a single

sign of waking up.

His heart tightened up, and even the voice that shouted out to Vivian trembled, as if it was being

tightened around his throat, and his heart was flooded with pain.

It felt like something important had been pulled from his body and was fading away.

Morris grew more and more anxious, and while performing CPR, he said to Vivian, "Don't you want to

make a fortune? Have you made enough money? Don't you want to be my brother? How can you still

be a brother to me if you're dead?"

Morris who used to be calm and collected finally broke down at this moment.

He kept shouting at Vivian, and used more of his force, even his eyes were tinged with blood-filled red,

and his appearance was somewhat terrifying.

Morris kept pressing her chest, looking at Vivian's motionless form, his mind haunted by the message

of her imminent death.