Female Novel
Chapter 1411: Tristan'S Worry Written On His Face
Chapter 1411: Tristan's Worry Written on His Face
Monica looked at the anxious figure and felt a sour emotion surging within her heart. As her breaths
deepened, the sadness became more apparent. Perhaps it was because she was not very familiar with
Claire, but compared to Tristan's tension, Monica was relatively calm. Of course, she was still worried.
Tristan hurried and stopped, looking around everywhere, not missing a single shop. The usually steady
man was very anxious at this moment, a state rarely seen. Monica noticed the furrow between his
eyebrows, saw him almost miss a step, and saw the desperation in his eyes as he tried to find Claire.
She saw the same anxiety and urgency in him as in Rowan.
Monica followed and thought about the situation, gathering her thoughts and staying close behind
Tristan. Sometimes she jogged, other times she looked around, helping him search for Claire. Once
they found Claire and returned her safely to Dr. Watson, perhaps Tristan would pay more attention to
her.
Not far behind, some police officers followed and began visiting every street and alley, questioning
anyone suspicious. The entire ancient town was undergoing a comprehensive search. Every second,
every minute was agonizing for Rowan, and perhaps for Tristan as well.
"Ouch!" Monica, hurrying down the steps, missed her footing and twisted her ankle. The pain was
intense. Instinctively, she reached out to support herself against the moss-covered stone wall on her
left, getting her hand sticky and slippery. The moss emitted a faint stench, and her sleeve got dirty.
As Monica looked up, she realized Tristan had already run far ahead. She quickly straightened up and
walked towards a faucet not far away. After washing her hands, she limped forward, enduring the pain
in her foot.
Disappearances in broad daylight, coupled with the ghostly legends lingering in her ears, frightened
her. Even though there were passersby around her, she only felt safe with Tristan, not even fearing life
and death.
"Claire! Claire!!" Tristan searched, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting her name loudly.
As he turned around, he inadvertently saw Monica walking towards him. He stared at her awkward gait,
paused for a moment, and asked, "How did you get here?" He lowered his hands and walked towards
her.
How? Had he not noticed her all along? Hadn't she followed him the whole way?novelbin
"What happened to your foot?" Tristan squatted in front of her, holding her injured ankle, and looked up
at her. "Did you twist it?" Monica looked down at him, feeling a little surprised. "No, it's nothing. I'm
fine," she said with embarrassment and a touch of disappointment.
So, he hadn't seen her twist her ankle earlier? She had cried out in pain, and he had been just a short
distance ahead. It was clear that his entire focus was on Claire. Hearing her say it was fine, Tristan
stood up, patted her shoulder, and then continued searching for Claire with quickened steps.
Monica watched his retreating figure, realizing something: he liked Claire. Filled with disappointment
and attachment to him, she followed behind Tristan, her heart heavy with thoughts.
The ancient town was not large, with several alleys intertwined. Twenty minutes later, Tristan and
Rowan met at the end of an alley, both empty-handed and with their disappointment and anxiety written
all over their faces. At this moment, two police officers approached, and one of them said, "Mr. Watson,
please take us to the spot where she disappeared. We will investigate it more carefully."
Since they had searched the entire ancient town, they still hadn't found anything.