Female Novel
Chapter 1418: The Heartbroken Dr. Watson
Chapter 1418: The Heartbroken Dr. Watson
The pitter-patter of rain gradually drowned out all other sounds around. The icy raindrops hit Rowan's
hair, face, and shoulders. His eyes emitted a chilling light as he tightly gripped the railing, the force
seemingly enough to crush it. He was filled with anger, both towards the evildoers and himself.
Gazing at the river's surface covered in rain, a look of sadness flashed in Rowan's eyes. He felt utterly
desperate. "Claire!" Unable to contain his surging emotions any longer, he screamed towards the river,
"Where are you?! Claire! Where on earth are you?!" "Claire! Claire..."novelbin
The memories of their time together, her every frown and smile, played in his mind like a movie. The
way she happily linked her arm with his, her eyes curving into a smile, her face filled with happiness...
She would hop like a bunny and stroke his hair, walk backward while holding his hand, her eyes
brimming with admiration... She would occasionally make a funny face at him, sometimes appearing
dignified and gentle, and other times playful and adorable. Each scene was so familiar.
"Claire, I'm sorry... I lost you..." Rowan felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it was tearing apart. The cold
rain rolled down his cheeks, soaking his clothes. Wet eyelashes gave way to tears, which finally flowed
out, mingling with the rain. This man, who had seen and grown indifferent to life and death, cried for the
first time.
Though they hadn't been together for long and hadn't experienced a long romance, their chemistry and
values aligned, and they were heading towards marriage. The rain grew heavier, and the temperature
dropped. Swallowing the bitterness in his throat, he was filled with self-hatred.
"Dr. Watson!" Someone ran over, holding a large black umbrella over his head, and said with concern,
"You should go back to the inn and rest! We'll notify you if there's any news." He shook his head,
gripping the railing tightly, his heart seemingly bleeding. Though the rain no longer drenched him, he
was already soaked.
"Dr. Watson, please go back to the inn. You'll get sick like this, and there are so many patients waiting
for you. You can't fall now." "I'll only rest when I see her, dead or alive," Rowan replied hoarsely. Only
then would he feel closer to Claire, so she wouldn't be lonely and afraid.
The downpour continued, pounding on the umbrella, as if telling a tragic story. With a pained
expression, Rowan said, "If we don't find her tonight, I'll notify the Russell family tomorrow." This was a
carefully considered decision. "Mhm," the man nodded, still holding the umbrella for him.
But everyone knew that after so much time had passed, even if they found her, the odds were slim.
This man was one of Tristan's subordinates. Before leaving, Tristan had repeatedly instructed him to
take care of Dr. Watson, as people in extreme pain might do things beyond their control.
Another group was checking the surveillance footage at the entrance of the ancient town, carefully
examining any suspicious individuals who had come and gone in the past few days. Sometimes, the
police could solve cases based on their judgment. In any case, they clung to every hope.
The night deepened... Monica and Tristan had already fallen asleep, both of them calm this night,
sleeping soundly. They had searched all day, and their bodies were truly exhausted.