Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1418

Chapter 1418: The Heartbroken Dr. Watson

The pitter-patter of rain gradually drowned out all other sounds around. The icy raindrops hit Rowan's hair, face, and shoulders. His

eyes emitted a chilling light as he tightly gripped the railing, the force seemingly enough to crush it. He was filled with anger, both

towards the evildoers and himself.

Gazing at the river's surface covered in rain, a look of sadness flashed in Rowan's eyes. He felt utterly desperate. "Claire!" Unable

to contain his surging emotions any longer, he screamed towards the river, "Where are you?! Claire! Where on earth are you?!"

"Claire! Claire..."

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The memories of their ttogether, her every frown and smile, played in his mind like a movie. The way she happily linked her

arm with his, her eyes curving into a smile, her face filled with happiness... She would hop like a bunny and stroke his hair, walk

backward while holding his hand, her eyes brimming with admiration... She would occasionally make a funny face at him,

sometimes appearing dignified and gentle, and other times playful and adorable. Each scene was so familiar.

"Claire, I'm sorry... | lost you..." Rowan felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it was tearing apart. The cold rain rolled down his cheeks,

soaking his clothes. Wet eyelashes gave way to tears, which finally flowed out, mingling with the rain. This man, who had seen and

grown indifferent to life and death, cried for the first time.

Though they hadn't been together for long and hadn't experienced a long romance, their chemistry and values aligned, and they

were heading towards marriage. The rain grew heavier, and the temperature dropped. Swallowing the bitterness in his throat, he

was filled with self-hatred.

"Dr. Watson!" Someone ran over, holding a large black umbrella over his head, and said with concern, "You should go back to the

inn and rest! We'll notify you if there's any news." He shook his head, gripping the railing tightly, his heart seemingly bleeding.

Though the rain no longer drenched him, he was already soaked.

"Dr. Watson, please go back to the inn. You'll get sick like this, and there are so many patients waiting for you. You can't fall now."

"I'll only rest when | see her, dead or alive," Rowan replied hoarsely. Only then would he feel closer to Claire, so she wouldn't be

lonely and afraid.

The downpour continued, pounding on the umbrella, as if telling a tragic story. With a pained expression, Rowan said, "If we don't

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find her tonight, I'll notify the Russell family tomorrow." This was a carefully considered decision. "Mhm," the man nodded, still

holding the umbrella for him.

But everyone knew that after so much thad passed, even if they found her, the odds were slim. This man was one of Tristan's

subordinates. Before leaving, Tristan had repeatedly instructed him to take care of Dr. Watson, as people in extrpain might do

things beyond their control.

Another group was checking the surveillance footage at the entrance of the ancient town, carefully examining any suspicious

individuals who had cand gone in the past few days. Sometimes, the police could solve cases based on their judgment. In any

case, they clung to every hope.

The night deepened... Monica and Tristan had already fallen asleep, both of them calm this night, sleeping soundly. They had

searched all day, and their bodies were truly exhausted.