Chapter 1413: United Efforts


    Chapter 1413: United Efforts


    "Could she have fallen into the water?" Monica asked in a soft voice, ncing at Rowan and then at


    Tristan, her tone tinged with sadness. "What if it was hypoglycemia? She wouldn''t have been able to


    control herself or even call for help when she fainted." Rowan shook his head, not daring to think.


    "We''ve already sent people to search for her in the river. I''m afraid of what we might find." Only he


    knew that at the moment of the incident, he had heard a terrified scream, but it had been just a fleeting


    sound.


    Everyone fell silent... The wind was cool, sometimes chilling to the bone. Indeed, if they had to search


    the river, what good oue could there be? They all knew from the news that most of the time, what


    was retrieved from the water was a lifeless body.


    After a while, Rowan spoke up, "Let''s eat something first." He looked at them again, the corners of his


    lips lifting in a polite attempt to lighten the atmosphere. As a doctor, he had seen life and death many


    times, but when it happened to ire, Rowan couldn''t remain as calm as usual. After all, she was


    someone who had entered his heart.


    Tristan''s emotions were extremelyplicated. He had once fought with Rowan because of ire.


    Today, as he searched for her, he wanted to confront Rowan about why he had brought her out without


    protecting her properly. However, due to Monica''s presence, Tristan held back. He knew his ce and


    getting angry again would be inappropriate.


    Night fell, and the ancient town lit up with festive decorations, everything as it was the day before. On


    the third floor of an inn, Daphne Wells sat on the balcony, separated from Rowan and ire''s room by


    a wooden wall. The room was now dark and silent. She held a cup of tea, looking at the dazzling night


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    scene across the river.


    The ancient town had transformed, with colorful lights illuminating the streets, rocks, river, and rows of


    stilted houses in a breathtaking disy. She gazed calmly at the river, its waters dyed red by the lights,


    a mysterious smile ying at the corners of her lips. She thought to herself that ire must have


    drowned, and no matter if the police were alerted, they would only find a bloated corpse. It had already


    been so long.


    Daphne Wells reveled in her unprecedented joy, imagining that one day, she would be with Rowan,


    marry him, and be a dutiful wife and loving mother. She even envisioned having two children with


    him and living a harmonious life.


    At eleven o''clock that night, Rowan, Tristan, and Monica had found nothing. After dinner, they searched


    again, but the chances of finding her were bing slimmer. The police continued to search the river


    but had not yet informed the Russell family.


    "You''ve all been busy all day without a break," Rowan said apologetically, looking at Monica and then


    Tristan. "Let''s go back to the inn and rest. She must be exhausted from wearing high heels all day."


    Indeed, Monica was tired but had not said anything. She felt that if she took another thousand steps,


    her legs would give out.


    Tristan was in a terrible mood. It wasn''t until he saw the weary expression on Monica''s face that he


    realized she had been running around with him all day without even a drink of water. ncing at


    Monica and then back at Rowan, he said, "Alright, let''s keep in touch by phone if there''s any news-any


    news at all," including the bad news.


    If it weren''t for Monica apanying him, Tristan would likely have searched all night. He didn''t rely


    solely on the police; he had also summoned professional search and rescue teams. "Thank you for


    today," Rowan said, filled with gratitude, and bowed deeply to him. The two men had finally put their


    differences aside and were now working together.


    Tristan patted Rowan''s shoulder. "I think it''s necessary to inform the Russell family," he said, because


    this was not a simple missing person case-the consequences could be unimaginable. Rowan nodded,


    saying he would consider it.


    He had taken ire from Finnley''s care, and now... he had lost her. How could he face the


    consequences? He wanted to wait a little longer, hoping for ire''s return, a miracle to happen. Rowan


    still clung to a glimmer of hope.