Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1413

Chapter 1413: United Efforts

"Could she have fallen into the water?" Monica asked in a soft voice, glancing 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

outccould 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 Claire, Rowan couldn't

remain as calm as usual. After all, she was someone who had entered his heart.

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Tristan's emotions were extremely complicated. He had once fought with Rowan because of Claire. 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 place 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 Claire'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 display. She gazed calmly at the river, its waters dyed red by the lights, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of

her lips. She thought to herself that Claire 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 beca

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 becoming 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.

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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. Glancing 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 accompanying 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 Claire 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 Claire's return, a miracle to happen. Rowan still clung to a glimmer of hope.