"Could she have fallen into the water?" Janelle Mills spoke softly, glancing at Ian Shelby, then at Trevor, and said somberly, "What if it was low blood sugar? The moment she fainted, she wouldn’t have been able to control herself, not even having the ability to call for help."

Ian Shelby shook his head, afraid to think, "I’ve already sent people to dredge the river. I’m terrified of the outcome." Only he knew that at the moment of the accident, he heard her terrified scream, but it was just a split second.

Everyone fell silent... The wind was slightly cool, sometimes piercing.

Yes, if dredging is needed, then what good result could there be?

Usually, everyone reads the news, and nine times out of ten, what’s dredged up would be a body.

After a while, Ian Shelby said, "Let’s eat something first." He looked up at them again, his lips curving into a polite smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit.

As a doctor, although he was used to life and death, what happened to Jocelyn Morgan made it impossible for Ian Shelby to stay calm as usual.

After all, she was someone who had entered his heart.

Trevor’s emotions were extremely complicated. He once fought with Ian Shelby over Jocelyn Morgan.

And today, while searching for Jocelyn, he also wanted to question Ian Shelby properly, why did he bring her out but failed to protect her?

But with Janelle present, Trevor restrained himself, knowing his own status, and that getting angry again was inappropriate.

As night fell, the whole ancient town was decorated with lights, everything just like yesterday.

On the third floor of an inn.

Vera Ford sat on the balcony, just a wooden wall away from the room where Ian Shelby and Jocelyn Morgan stayed, which was now dark and quiet.

She held a teacup, turning her gaze to the brilliant night scene across the river.

The ancient town had transformed into a different scene, the colorful lights lighting up one by one, undeniably beautiful, visually striking.

The streets, stepping stones, river, and rows of stilted buildings were surrounded by lights, illuminated magnificently.

She calmly gazed at the emerald water stained red by the lights, a strange smile on her lips.

She thought, Jocelyn Morgan must have drowned, huh, so what if it alarmed the police?

At most, they’d find a bloated corpse; it’s impossible to save her, so much time has passed.

One person leisurely sipping tea, looking at the bustling and beautiful night scene across the river.

Vera Ford felt unprecedented happiness, thinking that someday, she would be with Ian Shelby, marry him, and become a good wife and mother.

She could even imagine having two children with Ian Shelby, a family enjoying a happy life together.

At eleven o’clock in the evening.

Ian Shelby, Trevor, and Janelle were all at a loss; even after searching again after dinner, the chances were becoming increasingly slim.

The police were still dredging the river, and from the time of the incident until now, the Morgan family had not been notified.

"You’ve all been busy all day without resting." Ian Shelby apologized, looking at Janelle Mills, then said to Trevor, "Let’s go back to the inn to rest; she’s wearing high heels, she must be very tired."

In fact, she was tired, but Janelle Mills never said it; she felt that if she walked another thousand or two thousand steps, her legs would break.

Trevor was in a terrible mood, only realizing the girl’s exhaustion beside him after coming back to his senses.

Then he remembered that she had been running around with him all day without drinking a single sip of water.

Looking at Janelle, he then turned to Ian Shelby, "Okay then... any news, let’s contact each other. Remember, any news." Bad news included.

If he hadn’t brought Janelle Mills along, Trevor would probably search all night.

He wasn’t only relying on the police but had also assembled his own team, a professional search and rescue team, to busy themselves with the task.

"Thank you again today." Ian Shelby was filled with gratitude towards him and bowed deeply.

The two big men thoroughly resolved their past grudges, currently working towards a common goal.

Trevor patted him on the shoulder, "I think it’s necessary to notify the Morgan family." Because this wasn’t a simple disappearance case, the consequences could really be unimaginable.

Ian Shelby nodded, considering it again.

Having taken Jocelyn away from Finn Morgan, now... losing her, how could he explain that?

He still wanted to wait a bit longer, waiting for Jocelyn to come back, waiting for a miracle to happen, Ian Shelby still held onto a glimmer of hope.