Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197 Encountering Rowan Luckily

"Mrs. Holt, calm down, please. I'll look for her now." Claire forced herself to stay clinical while consoling Saskia's mother. "I'll keep you updated."
"Thank you in advance, Claire." Saskia's mother wept in despair. "She's our only child. Please help us find her."
"OK."
After ending the call, Claire trotted downstairs while dialing Saskia's number, but Saskia's phone had powered off.
Without having breakfast, Claire rushed out of the living room.
"Where are you going, Claire?" Violet sat up on the couch and was shocked by her anxiety.
Claire stopped at the door and looked back. "Aunt Violet, Saskia ran away from home after leaving a suicide note. I'm going to find her." With those words, Claire rushed out of the house, sat in a car, and drove away quickly.
"Slow down! You are new to driving."
Claire's car had roared away. Violet grumbled anxiously, "Silly girl! How could she end her own life for a scumbag? Hasn't she thought of her parents? She deserves a lesson."
Claire had just received her driving license. For the first time, she sped up her car to 150 miles per hour. While the car accelerated, Claire overlooked the speed. On the way, she repeatedly wondered where Saskia could have gone to probably.
Suddenly, an address appeared in her mind--a bistro where they always hung out.
Claire sped up the car again and tried to call Saskia. Unfortunately, her phone was still off.
Meanwhile, a black Volvo was running on the street from the opposite direction. It was on 70 to 80 miles per hour. Rowan sat in the driver's seat, wearing a white shirt. The beautiful morning sunlight fell on his handsome face through the window.
A song was played in the car. Leaning against the seat back, he had a gentle, relaxed look.
In front of a bistro, Rowan slightly turned his steering wheel to the right to dodge an electric bicycle. Meanwhile, Claire's car headed towards the Volvo at a high speed.
When she returned to her senses and stepped on the brake, her car hit the Volvo. Both stopped.
"Shoot!" Claire unbuckled the seat belt, got off, and checked the scratches on the two cars. Then she trotted to the driver's side window. "I'm sorry..." Then she saw Rowan behind the window.
Rowan didn't expect it was her, either. Seeing the panic on her face and thinking about the speed of her car, he hurriedly pushed the door open and got off. "What happened?"
Claire darted at him in a panic. "It's a matter of life or death. I need to find her in the bistro first. Please excuse me." Then she turned around and ran towards the bistro.
Rowan looked up at the logo, shut the car door, and followed her in hurriedly.
The bistro was well-decorated and quiet, and a soothing song was played. The light wasn't dim, and the place was small. It was not difficult to look for someone.
Rowan followed Claire in, seeing her check on every girl and apologize repeatedly. He could tell she was looking for someone. He strode towards her, propping his hand on her shoulder. "Whom are you looking for, Claire?" he asked.
"My bestie, Saskia." Claire panicked, cold sweat oozing on her forehead. "Her mother called me. She left a suicide note and ran away from home." She looked around anxiously and added in a crying tone, "This is the place we often come to. I thought she would be here, but..."
"Calm down and think again." Rowan was rational, gripping her shoulders tightly. "Anywhere else?"
Claire's mind was jumbled. Shaking her head helplessly, she pulled out her phone with trembling hands and dialed Saskia's number again. "Still off..."
"Let's go." Rowan took her hand, taking her away from the bistro. "Think again. Where will she go possibly?" Then he pulled the door of his car open and said, "Sit in, Claire."
Claire was taken about, checking on her own car next to it.
"You are too tense to drive now." Rowan pressed her into his car. He quickly sat in the driver's seat. "Have you figured out where to go? I'll give you a ride."
"The river bank." A scene suddenly appeared in her mind. Claire instructed, "Go straight forward and turn right. There's a line of ghats."
Rowan started the engine. He had an impression of that place.
Once Saskia joked with her that jumping into the river was the best way for patients with depression to commit suicide because jumping off a building would be too painful.
The Volvo ran quickly. Rowan asked curiously, "How long have you been driving?"
"Two months."
Rowan had a lingering fear as she had driven too fast earlier.
A while later, Claire finally calmed down and looked at him. "Don't you need to go to work? It might take a long time."
"We're saving your friend's life," Rowan answered, "I'll see patients after going to my hospital. Which one is more important?"