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."

riverbank, also noticed the scarf hanging on the branch and Brandon's intense gaze. Her face

nowhere to be

he didn't even dare to. His hands, submerged in the water, clenched unconsciously, fingers digging into his flesh

before catching on the branch, considering the river's current,

his heart and lungs felt frozen, each breath was heart-wrenchingly painful, and his mind buzzed with

fell into the river and wasn't rescued in time, the chances of survival were slim; as long as the

the appearance of the scarf knocked him back down

surrounding noise grew louder with the arrival of the rescue team and police. Only then did he manage to stiffly

where the scarf was found, and the search and

over on a rescue boat with

of those wet clothes before you catch a cold at this critical moment," he murmured

the boat, changed into the dry clothes Kent had handed him, but

its zenith to the moonrise, as darkness enveloped them again, Brandon stood, watching the rescue operations, as motionless

eaten or drunk

and rescue team had combed the surrounding waters, land, and

when everyone was asleep and the wind and rain had

to tell whether the scarf had floated there on its own

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