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.

did not want

was not going to give up

really killed, it was impossible that they could not find the body.

alive. She must still be alive. Something must

personally sent more people to search

still went on and on in the clean sea like they would never

a single trace of her

heart, then the faith was worn out bit by bit, and in the end, the panic of despair eroded to all limbs. Gradually, even he himself became

at night

his apartment, where he leaned

wound in the abdomen, although it did not crack, was still vaguely painful.

didn't want to go back to the

daze on his bed, with a chill running through his body and his dull mind. He didn't

fever made him feel dizzy and confused, and it's

awake and feel the heartache