Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel 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 outcome 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 Claire, Rowan couldn't remain as calm as usual. After all, she was someone who had entered his heart.

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.