Chapter 1436: This Is Probably Despair
Chapter 1436: This is Probably Despair
By this time, the heavy rain had stopped.
The ancient town after the rain was more like an ink painting, where one could vaguely see the scenery
across the river. The stilted buildings leaned against the mountains and oveppedyer byyer, with
the distant mountains shrouded in clouds and fog.
On this side of the river, even after the rain stopped, Rowan was still kneeling there. He was already
soaked through, tears streamingdown his face, his heart shattered on the ground.
"Mr. Li." The bodyguard bent down to take therge ck umbre that Jennifer had been holding up
for him.
Jennifer squatted in front of him, reaching out to hold Rowan''s shoulder.
Even for a Doctor of Literature, at such a time, she didn''t know how to console him.
Because any profound words seemed pale and powerless.
"Shall we go back to the inn and take a bath?" Jennifer''s voice was very soft, as if she was discussing
with him, "You will catch a cold like this."
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Rowan slowly focused his gaze on her, and said sorrowfully, "It''s my fault. I failed to protect her."
He felt incredibly guilty, towards ire and towards the Russell family.
"But you can''t me yourself." Seeing him like this, Jennifer also felt apulsion to cry, "No one
wanted this to happen. Daphne Wells will receive the punishment she deserves."
Mentioning Daphne Wells, a seed of hatred sprouted in Rowan''s heart.
"I know you''re in pain, we''re all in pain," Jennifer told him, "But... but if you continue like this, you''ll ruin
your own health. Whether ire is alive or not, if she knew, how heartbroken would she be? She loves
you so much."
Mentioning ire, Rowan felt so heartbroken he could barely breathe.
She felt sorry for Rowan, and almost pleaded with him, "Can we go back to the inn first? They won''t
stop the search, and they''ll tell you as soon as they have any news."
At this moment, Rowan seemed to have aged a lot overnight.
He was no longer that brilliantly dressed, extraordinarily handsome, genius doctor with a halo above his
head. His chin was covered with rough stubble, and his dark eye circles cast a gloomy shadow over his
face.
Finnley stood behind him, and seeing him like this, he also felt particrly ufortable.
"Dr. Watson." He also squatted down, holding his other shoulder, "Let''s go back to the inn and take a
bath first. Even if you fall ill, ire''s situation will remain the same. Regret is useless."
Yes, regret is useless.
But what is useful?
God, could you tell Dr. Watson what he should do now to bring his ire back?
Rowan couldn''t help but cover his face and sob... "I didn''t even get a chance to love her properly... she
was always the one amodating me." He was filled with regret.
He really had no way not to regret!
If he had been more decisive in dealing with Daphne Wells, directly sending Daphne Wells back to the
countryside, would things have been better?
Actually, no, as long as Daphne Wells was alive, she would seek revenge, her personality had already
been twisted.
Finnley and Jennifer exchanged a nce, and the two of them forcibly helped Rowan, whose legs had
gone numb from kneeling, to get up and took him to the inn.
Ivan Marsh stood in front of the river, his handsome face cold. He was waiting for the results of the
salvage team.
After a while, in the small alley paved with bluestone bs, Jennifer and the others ran into Tristan and
Monica who wereing head-on.
Everyone stopped when they saw each other, and they all looked surprised.
"Bro?" Jennifer squinted at them, "Are you guys okay?" She was aware of Daphne Wells'' assault on
Miss Swain and Tristan''s heroic act of jumping into the river to save her.
"We''re fine." Tristan walked a few steps to Rowan, and seeing him in this state, he was both shocked
and sympathetic, "Here, let me help!"
"Hey, you..." Monica was anxious, weren''t you injured too?
But Tristan and Finnley were helping Rowan towards the inn. Concerned Monica stepped aside to
make way, the alley was really too narrow.