Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1411

Chapter 1411: Tristan's Worry Written on His Face

Monica looked at the anxious figure and felt a sour emotion surging within her heart. As her breaths deepened, the sadness

becmore apparent. Perhaps it was because she was not very familiar with Claire, but compared to Tristan's tension, Monica

was relatively calm. Of course, she was still worried.

Tristan hurried and stopped, looking around everywhere, not missing a single shop. The usually steady man was very anxious at

this moment, a state rarely seen. Monica noticed the furrow between his eyebrows, saw him almost miss a step, and saw the

desperation in his eyes as he tried to find Claire. She saw the sanxiety and urgency in him as in Rowan.

Monica followed and thought about the situation, gathering her thoughts and staying close behind Tristan. Sometimes she jogged,

other times she looked around, helping him search for Claire. Once they found Claire and returned her safely to Dr. Watson,

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perhaps Tristan would pay more attention to her.

Not far behind, spolice officers followed and began visiting every street and alley, questioning anyone suspicious. The entire

ancient town was undergoing a comprehensive search. Every second, every minute was agonizing for Rowan, and perhaps for

Tristan as well.

"Ouch!" Monica, hurrying down the steps, missed her footing and twisted her ankle. The pain was intense. Instinctively, she

reached out to support herself against the moss-covered stone wall on her left, getting her hand sticky and slippery. The moss

emitted a faint stench, and her sleeve got dirty.

As Monica looked up, she realized Tristan had already run far ahead. She quickly straightened up and walked towards a faucet not

far away. After washing her hands, she limped forward, enduring the pain in her foot.

Disappearances in broad daylight, coupled with the ghostly legends lingering in her ears, frightened her. Even though there were

passersby around her, she only felt safe with Tristan, not even fearing life and death.

"Claire! Claire!!" Tristan searched, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting her nloudly. As he turned around, he

inadvertently saw Monica walking towards him. He stared at her awkward gait, paused for a moment, and asked, "How did you get

here?" He lowered his hands and walked towards her.

How? Had he not noticed her all along? Hadn't she followed him the whole way?

"What happened to your foot?" Tristan squatted in front of her, holding her injured ankle, and looked up at her. "Did you twist it?"

Monica looked down at him, feeling a little surprised. "No, it's nothing. I'm fine," she said with embarrassment and a touch of

disappointment.

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So, he hadn't seen her twist her ankle earlier? She had cried out in pain, and he had been just a short distance ahead. It was clear

that his entire focus was on Claire. Hearing her say it was fine, Tristan stood up, patted her shoulder, and then continued searching

for Claire with quickened steps.

Monica watched his retreating figure, realizing something: he liked Claire. Filled with disappointment and attachment to him, she

followed behind Tristan, her heart heavy with thoughts.

The ancient town was not large, with several alleys intertwined. Twenty minutes later, Tristan and Rowan met at the end of an

alley, both empty-handed and with their disappointment and anxiety written all over their faces. At this moment, two police

officers approached, and one of them said, "Mr. Watson, please take us to the spot where she disappeared. We will investigate it

more carefully."

Since they had searched the entire ancient town, they still hadn't found anything.