You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Karl was still recovering from his gunshot wound and insisted on returning to the police station.

Franklin finally gave up and knew that he could not possibly stop him. On the third day, despite the doctor's objection, Karl wrapped a few more straps around his abdomen by himself, endured the pain, and discharged himself from the hospital. Then he came to the Second Precinct, where he was to take charge of the search himself.

However, for the whole day, he went through the helicopter search records, the marine police vessel log, and all the road surveillance, and indeed, he still could not find Joyce.

It was like she had evaporated.

Incredible.

He knew that the golden rescue hours had long passed.

If not for his orders, the rescue team would have given up. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Now they were just looking for a needle in a haystack, looking aimlessly and wasting human and financial resources.

Everyone advised him that there could be no more miracles and urged him to give up.

he did not want to

going to

sense. If Joyce was really killed, it was impossible that they could not find the body. The truth was, they could not

convinced that she was alive. She must still be alive. Something must have happened, something

days, he personally sent more people to search

went on and on in the

still, not a single trace of her

bit by bit, and

late at night on

drove him down to his apartment, where he leaned against the wall, one step at a time, and slowly walked back to

gunshot wound in the abdomen, although it

didn't want to go back to the

chill running through his body and his dull mind. He didn't want to do anything but wrap himself

him feel dizzy and confused,

be awake