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."

branch and Brandon's intense gaze. Her face changed subtly, and she

nowhere to be

didn't look up; he didn't even dare to. His hands, submerged in the water, clenched unconsciously, fingers digging into his flesh unaware, his eyes glued to the scarf that was half-submerged, half-dangling;

before catching on the branch, considering the river's current, Sophia would have had no

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

as long as the person wasn't found, he could convince himself

scarf knocked

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 did he manage to stiffly

investigate the area based on where the scarf was found, and the search and rescue team had

over on a rescue boat with dry clothes

you catch a cold at this critical moment," he murmured into Brandon's ear, his heart aching at the sight

the boat, changed

as darkness enveloped

hadn't eaten or drunk

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

a.m., when everyone was asleep and the wind and rain had picked

the scarf had floated there on its own or if Sophia had been swept to

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