Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 354

**TITLE: Beseeched 354**
**CONTENT: Chapter 354 Find the Truth**

“Captain Murray.” Tony inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. “We can’t stop.”

Peter clicked his tongue in frustration, his expression darkening. He had been hoping for a different response, one that might ease the tension in the air. Instead, Tony’s words only served to amplify the throbbing headache that had been plaguing him. “Seriously? Your boss won’t relent, and you’re just as stubborn?”

“It’s been days, man. Do you really think she’s still out there?” Tony’s voice was strained, laced with desperation.

“And even if she is,” Peter pressed, his tone sharp, “what condition do you think she’d be in now?”

“She’s gone! Can’t you just let her leave in peace? Keep searching then! Go on! I’d like to see what you’ll find!” Peter’s voice rose, fueled by a mix of anger and frustration.

With that, he stormed off, his fury palpable, practically igniting the air around him. Tony stood there, feeling defeated, his heart heavy with doubt.

He didn’t want to accept the harsh reality that Dawn might truly be gone.

But deep down, he knew Peter wasn’t entirely wrong.

Days had slipped away, and before that, the relentless rain had poured down without mercy. There was no way she could have survived such a deluge.

Yet, when it came to his boss, the thought of giving up was unfathomable.

Ultimately, it was Jonathan who helped Tony face the painful truth.

That night, as the sun dipped below the horizon, everyone gathered by the river packed up their belongings and left. Not a single soul lingered behind.

With a heavy sigh, Tony finally allowed himself to breathe a little easier. He returned to the hospital, took care of a few lingering tasks, and then collapsed onto the couch, desperate for a moment of rest.

Time slipped away from him, and he had no idea how long he had been asleep when he was jolted awake by the sound of movement from the bed.

His eyes flew open, panic surging through him. “Boss!”

Ethan’s face was ashen, a ghost of his former self. He shot Tony a cold, piercing glance before looking down and yanking the IV out of his hand with a grim determination.

“Hey, don’t!” Tony exclaimed, springing to his feet as Ethan attempted to rise from the bed. “You can’t go out right now.”

“Move.” Ethan’s voice was a low growl, filled with a fierce resolve.

Tony stood firm, refusing to budge.

“I said move!” Ethan’s command sliced through the air, raw and hollow after days of silence.

Tony flinched at the harshness but remained steadfast. “You haven’t eaten in days. You’re too weak. Just let the doctor check you first. And… going out won’t fix anything.”

He muttered that last part, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with a wild desperation that threatened to spill over at any moment.

Without a word, he shoved Tony aside, determination coursing through him.

“What do you mean, nothing left?” Jonathan pressed, shoving Ethan back onto the bed with a sense of urgency. In his current state, Ethan wouldn’t last long out there anyway.

“Why did Dawn end up in danger? Who’s behind it? What were you chasing from the beginning? Are you really just going to give up now?”

Jonathan’s tone turned biting, laced with frustration. “You made this choice yourself, and now you’re backing out?”

“You wanted to stop this from happening, but it did. That’s the reality. Dawn wouldn’t want you like this. If you truly want to do something for her, find the truth. All of it. Including what really happened to her mother.”

That was the crux of it all.

If they could uncover the truth behind Vera’s death, they would finally grasp who had been orchestrating events from the shadows.

Ethan lifted his head, his eyes dark and endless, like an ocean storm ready to crash.

His fist clenched around the bedsheet, knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back his tumultuous emotions. After a long pause, he rasped, “Roxanne must know.”

Jonathan noticed a flicker of calm in Ethan’s demeanor and sat beside him, loosening his collar with a sense of urgency. “Even if she knows, she won’t tell you anything now. She’s not talking.”

Ethan turned to him, confusion and determination battling for dominance in his expression.

Jonathan added, “I’ve already gone to her three times.”

Roxanne had remained unyielding, her composure unshaken by threats, bribes, or relentless questioning. She was a fortress, impervious to their pleas.