“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.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    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 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.