Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 946: Don’t Cry, I’m Really Okay

West Mountain.

The snow was getting heavier, and with dusk approaching, the temperature at the summit plummeted. Mary Scott hadn’t come up yet, and Simon Baker saw the others freezing and shivering uncontrollably. Acting promptly, he instructed the staff to take Brian Joule and the group down the mountain. If they stayed in this cold any longer, those on the mountain might collapse, but those at the summit were already on the verge of succumbing to illness.

However, despite Simon’s orders, no one moved.

James Jerome, who had abandoned Mary midway earlier, leaving her alone, was deeply remorseful—even though both he and the others knew she was safe now. Adding the unknown whereabouts of Adam Piers and Zoe Thatcher to the mix, the weight on his conscience grew heavier with age and guilt, refusing to leave until Mary made her way back.

Stella Murray followed James Jerome’s lead and stayed as well. Brian glanced at the two, noting that they were individuals used to privilege, their advanced years showing as their faces turned pale from the cold, holding on solely by sheer willpower.

But more worrying than both of them was Director Locke.

Though they’d confirmed Mary Scott was safe, David Locke hadn’t insisted on searching for her further. He sat at the windy edge instead, his fractured cast removed. None knew whether his injured leg might worsen under the biting winds.

Brian Joule turned to Simon Baker, face tense. "Director Baker, do you have contact with Mary?"

"Ah? Oh, I probably can. You’re looking for Miss Scott?" Simon Baker, clutching his throbbing head from the cold while fretting over the summit’s occupants, stared blankly at the handsome, sunny idol asking him the question.

Brian nodded.

Simon Baker gave him a once-over and instinctively thought this young man was worried about Mary Scott. Regaining his senses, he forwarded David Locke’s assistant’s number to Brian without hesitation.

Brian Joule walked to a quiet corner and dialed the number. It rang for a good while before finally being answered. Instantly identifying himself, Brian spoke warmly and courteously, "Could you pass the phone to Mary?"

Martin was overseeing the police handling matters nearby when Brian’s unexpected call reached him. After a moment’s hesitation, he handed the phone to Mary Scott.

Mary, surprised to hear Brian’s voice, answered, "Hello?"

Though they’d endorsed the same product and joined the same variety show, their actual interactions were sparse. Especially at this moment, Mary, wrapped in turmoil, sounded hoarse and polite.

"Mary, Director Locke broke off his cast," Brian said directly, skipping formalities in favor of an emotional slap. His gentle yet composed tone carried a trace of subtle rebellion, delivering words strikingly savage.

Mary froze, staggered. "What the hell is he doing?"

The final word cracked and spilled with desperation.

Brian’s calm voice persisted. "Insisting he climb down to find you. Director Baker couldn’t stop him. He rushed out with just a wool coat, and now his face looks snow-white."

"What about his leg? Doesn’t he know its condition? How could he go down the mountain? What if he leaves permanent damage? And he doesn’t even wear a thick coat—he’s insane, is he?!" Mary’s tone teetered on high pressure, her already reddened eyes deepening further with her rising urgency.

Brian was now certain Mary genuinely cared for David. His eyes darted towards David Locke and, without warning, he let out a sudden gasp, "Oh no, Director Locke fell!"

Mary’s heart, already tight in anxiety, clenched further. "Where did he fall? Stop him, now!"

On the other end of the phone, Mary was near hysteria.

"You know Director Locke’s temperament; nobody can persuade him. Unless..." Brian paused, an uneasy tone settling over his voice.

Mary’s hands trembled, frozen stiff from the cold, yet her pounding heart outpaced the chill when she pressed him urgently, "Unless what? Tell me!"

"Unless you come up yourself, Mary. No one else can stop him. It’s snowing heavily on the summit, and it’s slippery. With Director Locke’s leg as it is, if anything happens mid-way, then..."

"I’ll climb up!" Mary, torn between worrying for Adam Piers and Zoe Thatcher and the possibility of dragging David Locke into danger, couldn’t bear such decisions. She would rather face casualties herself than let everything implode.

Choking on suppressed tears, she finally said, "I’ll climb up."

Brian’s heart ached hearing Mary’s anguish, but he also knew that without her, the stalemate at the summit would lead to worsening risks for all. "I’ll hand the phone to Director Locke." Walking swiftly, Brian reached David Locke’s nearly stiff figure and extended the phone.

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