Ivy refused to accept Sylvia's baseless accusation, shaking her head as she tried to explain herself to Alaric.
But Alaric had no time to listen. He stripped off his jacket and shirt, kicked off his leather shoes, and vaulted right over the stone railing, plunging into the river.
He couldn't trust his child's life in the hands of strangers.
No one else would search with the desperation he possessed.
He had to find her himself.
Watching him dive, panic seized Ivy's chest.
She collapsed by the railing, her heart racing as she now feared for both Stella's and Alaric's lives.
Sylvia stood nearby, feigning absolute devastation as she sobbed.
"Alaric, please be careful! I've already lost Stella, I can't lose you too!"
Hearing her words, Ivy knew instantly that Sylvia still harbored romantic designs on Alaric.
But this was not the time for jealousy. She could only pray that Alaric and the rescue divers would find the little girl soon.
She just wanted Stella and Alaric to be safe.
The waiting was pure agony.
As the hours slipped away, night began to fall, yet there was still no sign of the child.
Alaric had exhausted every ounce of his strength searching the dark water.
He was on the brink of physical collapse.
Thankfully, the rescue team managed to pull him onto a boat.
When he returned to Ivy's side, he crouched in front of her, drenched and drained, his voice barely a whisper.
"Is this the exact spot Stella fell in?"
The current wasn't strong. If she had fallen here, she wouldn't have been swept far.
But he had scoured the water for dozens of feet in every direction and found absolutely nothing.
Mason had already taken a crew to search further downstream.



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