Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 382

Zinnia didn’t try to persuade her any further. She knew Zoey as well as Zoey knew her.

They were cut from the same cloth—outwardly easygoing, but beneath the surface, both were impossibly stubborn. Once either of them made up her mind, nothing could change it.

The day they left for Selvoria, they slipped away quietly, avoiding any farewells. They simply headed straight for the airport.

But just as they were about to go through security, the screech of car brakes pierced the air outside.

Everyone turned toward the commotion.

A tall figure rushed through the airport doors, urgent and desperate.

His eyes were bloodshot, fixed unflinchingly on Zinnia as he strode toward her.

Zinnia started in surprise when she saw Landon, then her brows drew together in a frown.

He stopped in front of her, opened his mouth as if to speak several times, but the words caught in his throat. Finally, in a hoarse voice, he managed, “Be careful over there.”

Zinnia nodded. “I will. Don’t worry.”

Landon didn’t try to stop her. After a few more words of caution, he let her go.

“Goodbye.”

Even after Zinnia passed through security, Landon just stood there, motionless.

Charles, who had followed him in from outside, hurried over when he saw Landon standing in a daze. He glanced around, but Zinnia was nowhere to be seen.

“Mr. Ford, did Zinnia… leave?”

Landon’s eyes were red as he nodded, his jaw clenched tight, as if he were holding back an overwhelming emotion.

“You… didn’t try to make her stay?”

Landon didn’t answer.

He knew—there was no point. She could not be held back.

Makeshift tents lined the roadside, so flimsy they looked as though a strong wind could flatten them at any moment.

Despite the steady stream of medical supplies from international aid, it was never enough—a drop in the ocean.

Zinnia and the others barely had time to catch their breath before they were swept into the rush of relief work.

Every day, shipments of supplies and medical equipment arrived from Austerland, along with gear for personal protection.

Most of this equipment came from the Ford Group.

Everyone in the shelter was deeply grateful for the help.

One day, as Zinnia was tending to her patients, she heard a familiar voice call out from outside the tent.

“Set the patient here. I’ll take a look at her.”

Zinnia glanced up toward the voice. Even through the heavy protective gear, the white mask and goggles, she recognized that face instantly.