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."

scarf hanging on the branch and Brandon's intense gaze. Her face changed subtly, and she looked around instinctively,

was nowhere

the water, clenched unconsciously, fingers digging into his flesh unaware, his eyes glued to the scarf that

the branch, considering the river's current, Sophia would have

body again, his heart and lungs felt frozen, each breath was heart-wrenchingly painful, and his mind

fell into the river and wasn't rescued in time, the chances of survival were slim; as long as the person wasn't found, he could convince himself that Sophia had been saved, that she was just injured and couldn't

of the scarf knocked him back down

he'd been staring at the water, at the scarf, until the surrounding noise grew louder with the arrival of the rescue team and police. Only then

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

crossed over on a rescue boat with dry clothes for

you catch a cold at this critical moment,"

time, Brandon didn't argue. He silently got on the boat, changed into the dry clothes Kent

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

hadn't eaten or drunk

rescue team had combed the surrounding waters, land, and villages, but found no clues

wind and rain had picked up, the chance of being rescued was

there on its own or

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