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Caraline was instantly stunned when she heard Deric's voice. Her cell phone slowly moved away from her ear. Her jaw was so rotten that her mouth gaped like a cave. As time passed, her fear gradually subsided. When her condition slowly stabilized, the woman quickly wiped away tears, turning around.

"I'm here," Deric said with a smile.

Caraline looked at the wheelchair lying nearby. The woman looked at Deric and the object several times in a turn. "What the hell is going on?"

Caraline backed away slowly. She almost thought Deric had fallen into the lake and drowned. Although she knew that the man could swim, the depth of the lake was not something that the disabled man could easily handle.

However, in reality, Caraline saw Deric in the canoe, sitting with his hand on the paddle. Meanwhile, his legs seemed to be aligned and there was no sign of movement.

"Is the cold making your tears fall?" Deric asked.

"What the hell are you DOING!" screeched Caraline in a raised voice at the end of th