Chapter 539

Kent and Don also caught sight of Brandon cutting through the water towards the opposite bank, and they spotted the scarf tangled on a branch stretching into the river. Their faces changed in unison.

Sophia had been wearing that scarf when she left yesterday. Both Kent and Don were too worried about Marian to care; they dashed towards the riverbank, their faces tense.

Marian, a bit clueless, followed them on autopilot.

Brandon had reached the other side of the river, his eyes locked on the partially dried scarf on the branch, veins in his neck bulging.

It was indeed Sophia's scarf; the light-colored logo had caught on something that morning, causing a thread to come loose, which was now swaying gently in the breeze.

"Kent!" Brandon called out without turning his head, his voice cold and firm, "Get the cops and the rescue team here, pronto! Tell them to search this area thoroughly."

"Got it," Kent replied urgently, whipping out his phone to make the call.

"Don, get someone to check every village around here; don't miss a single one," Brandon ordered next.

Don nodded, "Okay."

them to the riverbank, also noticed the scarf hanging on the branch and Brandon's intense gaze. Her face changed subtly, and she looked around instinctively, but

nowhere

fingers digging into his flesh unaware, his eyes glued to the scarf that was half-submerged, half-dangling; he

here before catching on the branch, considering

through his body again, his heart and lungs felt frozen,

and wasn't rescued in time, the chances of survival were slim; as long as the person wasn't found, he could convince

appearance of the scarf knocked him back down into

the scarf, until the surrounding noise grew louder with the arrival of the rescue team and police. Only then did he manage to stiffly turn his neck to look at

police had begun to investigate the area based on where the scarf was found, and the search and rescue

too, had crossed over on a rescue boat with dry clothes

out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold at this critical moment," he murmured into Brandon's ear, his heart aching

argue. He silently got on the boat, changed into the dry

morning till night, from the sun at its zenith to the moonrise, as darkness enveloped them again, Brandon stood, watching the

hadn't eaten or

and rescue team had combed the surrounding waters,

was asleep and the wind and rain had picked up, the chance

was impossible to tell whether the scarf had floated there on its own or if

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