The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 137

It was the first snowfall they had witnessed since touching down on the Antarctic continent.

Amidst the desolate white expanse, Sloane's composed voice echoed clearly, cutting through the silence like liquid moonlight.

"Honestly, she felt completely off from the second I met her. A young woman traveling to the edge of the world alone for vacation? Why would she pick the deadliest, most freezing winter season instead of the vastly safer summer months?"

"I actually wondered about that too..."

Diego nervously shuffled closer. "I even asked her about it, and she claimed she was just a college student and this was the only break she had."

"But an expedition like this costs tens of thousands of dollars. Where does a regular college student get that kind of cash?"

"Well..." Diego scratched his head, completely stumped.

"And think back to that night crossing The Drake Passage. The deck railings were heavily reinforced and barricaded against the monster waves. So how on earth did she manage to fall over?"

Diego frowned in realization, while Jensen's face turned a violent shade of green, looking as if he'd just swallowed acid.

"Everyone was confined to their quarters, the decks were completely deserted. There's only one logical explanation... she threw herself overboard on purpose!"

"Hahahaha!" Jensen burst into forced, hysterical laughter. "You're trying to tell me a twenty-year-old girl willingly dove into the most violent stretch of ocean on earth? I wouldn't believe that in a million years, it's pure fantasy! Hahaha!"

"He has a point, why would she just jump?" Diego shook his head. "Even if she was a pro swimmer, she'd never risk it. That water is a death trap! It's freezing and pitch black. That's literal suicide."

"She jumped because it served her mission, and trust me, she wasn't gambling with her life."

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