Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1438

Chapter 1438: Can We Still Find Claire?

Jennifer, although a woman, was first and foremost a learned and experienced doctor. When it came to treating patients, there was no distinction between male and female. Moreover, she didn't need to personally undress them. Jennifer opened the black suitcase to find clothes for Rowan, the pink one beside it likely belonged to Claire, which inevitably made her feel sad.

Standing by the bed, Tristan quickly unbuttoned Rowan's clothes, while Finnley went to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel. They helped Rowan clean his body and changed him into dry clothes. Jennifer found the medical kit and quickly took out two bottles of glucose oral solution from it.

Sat by the bedside, Tristan propped Rowan up while Finnley helped him drink the glucose solution. Throughout the process, the three of them communicated without speaking, their cooperation seamless.

"How is he? Has he fainted? Is it serious?" Finnley asked.

Jennifer shook her head. She appeared calm and composed as she pinched Rowan's philtrum with professional precision, while her other hand took his pulse.

Tristan softly told them, "Dr. Watson spent the entire night on the riverbank yesterday and didn't eat much all day. He's probably fainting from exhaustion or from too much sadness."

"There's no major issue with his body, it's not an acute illness," Jennifer said, removing her hand from his pulse. "But his gloomy mood is hard to adjust. If this continues for a long time, it will definitely wear him down."

Hearing this, Finnley appeared in a daze. His heart felt as if it had been turned upside down.

In the long run...

It meant Claire wasn't coming back...

Even though they hadn't found her body yet, as time passed, the situation looked increasingly grim.

Next door but one, the door to Room 303 was left slightly open for Tristan to enter later.

Monica stood alone on the balcony, her hands gripping the wooden railing. Her gaze towards the river was somewhat vacant. Four or five boats were floating, and the salvage teams were busy.

A strong sadness sprouted in her heart, feeling as if the air here could corrode one's soul. Even breathing felt oppressive.

Her mood was so heavy, she was incredibly sad...

How could a perfectly fine girl just disappear?