Chapter 3

My heart was filled with anger and resentment as I tried to connect to Justin at the control tower. My hands trembled as I did that.

However, the control tower had cut off all connections to our plane.

Not only did Justin refuse to help me, but I was also unable to contact the other colleagues at the control tower to ask for help.

The plane shook wildly. Noises, screams, and cries from the cabin could be heard inside the cockpit.

As the flight attendant entered the cockpit, I heard curses from the cabin.

"What a terrible flight. Will I die here today?"

"I heard that someone has a grudge against the captain. This woman has implicated all of us!"

"What is she still doing there? She should apologize immediately!"

Some people even yelled at my daughter. "I heard that this child is the captain's daughter. We wouldn't have encountered such a disaster if it weren't for her."

However, some of the passengers still had good senses. They stepped forward and scolded angrily, "She's already dead; please show some respect. We're not dead yet. Everyone must believe in the captain."

At that moment, human beings' various characteristics and behaviors were fully revealed.

The flight attendant said in a trembling voice, "Captain Davis, the situation outside is getting out of control."

I stared at the various buttons on the complicated control panel. I took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Simon, we can only rely on ourselves now."

Simon's face paled as he broke into a cold sweat.

"Do you have confidence in me?" I asked.

He took a deep breath and nodded solemnly. "Yes."

The control tower had abandoned us.

I chose to fly toward the ocean outside the navigation area to avoid involving other flights and disrupting their navigation routes.

We bypassed the thunderstorm and managed to land—a narrow escape from death.

In the end, no one yelled or screamed.

Everyone shut their eyes, either in silence or crying, quietly waiting for death to come.

When the plane landed on the sea, the crew stood up and bowed to me with gratitude.

All 360 people on board were safe. No one died except for my daughter.

As I stared at the white cloth covering my daughter's body in the hospital, the emotions that I had suppressed for a long time finally broke free. My eyes were red. I could not stop crying.

I never thought that I would still lose my daughter even after I had saved more than 300 people.

Simon sighed and said, "Captain Davis, many reporters are outside waiting to interview you.

"Why don't you step out first? Let me take care of the matters involving your child."

I wiped my tears and squeezed my daughter's cold, tiny hands. I gathered myself and walked out.

I met Justin and Kelly on my way out.

When he saw me, Justin sneered, "Hey, the heroic female captain is here.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you say that our daughter was dying? Your daughter is dead, yet you're still in the mood for an interview?"

A dash of anger surged into my mind. Without thinking, I grabbed his collar and shouted angrily, "Justin, what nonsense are you talking about?

"That's your daughter!"

Justin pushed me away. He sneered, "What kind of rubbish daughter was she? I think you've taught this daughter to be just as selfish as you!

"She became so disgusting and full of lies because she has a mother like you."

My body trembled with anger; my face paled.

My body continued to shake, and I was about to fall. Not only did Justin ignore me, but he also held Kelly's arm and said, with pity, "Kelly is just too kind. That's why you bully her..."

I smiled sadly. "Justin, do you know that our daughter is really dead?"

Justin's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Dead? That's great news. I've been wishing for her to die someplace far away so you two can't bully Kelly again."

My resentment deepened. My eyes turned red. "Justin, don't regret it."

Justin sneered disdainfully and said, "If I regret it, I'll slice my head off and give it to you."

Just as he finished speaking, a nurse rushed from the end of the corridor. "Captain Davis, the hospital has issued your daughter's death certificate.

"You should contact the funeral parlor as soon as possible so they can pick up your child's body."

Justin's expression changed instantly.