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Chapter 1428: You're Too Filthy to Accompany Claire in Death
Rowan showed no mercy. Daphne Wells was beaten down by him, her pain unbearable, and she soon lost all strength to resist. At
that moment, a helicopter circled overhead, its rumbling sound filling the air. Everyone but the enraged Rowan looked up, watching
as the helicopter descended lower and lower before finally landing.
The rain began to pour heavily, growing stronger and washing over the ground. "Die, Daphne Wells! You devil! No, you're even
worse than a devil!" Rowan grabbed her by the collar, punching her face repeatedly with increasing force. Blood began to flow from
the corner of Daphne Wells' mouth, and two of her teeth were knocked out. She experienced ringing in her ears and felt like she
was about to die, but she was too weak to even cry for help.
The two police officers’ gazes shifted from the helicopter back to Rowan and Daphne Wells. They suddenly realized the situation
had turned dire and rushed over. "Stop hitting her, Dr. Watson! She's going to die!" "Dr. Watson! Let go!" "Dr. Watson! Enough!"
"Ahh!" Rowan roared, still furiously throwing punches at Daphne Wells. "You're too filthy to accompany Claire in death! You crazy
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwoman! You should have been dead long ago!"
A few meters away, several bodyguards held open large black umbrellas as Ivan Marsh, Jennifer, and Finnley stepped out,
witnessing the scene.
Tristan's subordinate hurriedly reported, "Mr. Marsh, Miss Siyue, Mr. Mote, this woman pushed Miss Russell into the river. She
admitted it herself. The search and rescue team has been busy all night, and they haven't found her yet."
Ivan Marsh's eyes darkened, his handsface cold and serious. He instructed the search and rescue team captain behind him,
"You go help."
"Yes!" The captain made a gesture, and a row of people followed him towards the riverbank.
In the pouring rain, the two police officers forcibly pulled the frenzied Rowan away. "Dr. Watson! She's going to die! Wake up! Let
go!" "Dr. Watson! You can vent your anger, but you can't beat her to death! You'll be held legally responsible!"
But Rowan had already gone mad with rage. The only thought in his mind was to avenge Claire. The two police officers restrained
Rowan, while two others picked up the woman who was lying in a puddle of blood and rainwater.
Daphne Wells was soaked to the bone, her body limp as if her bones had all been broken. She was barely breathing and gasping for
air. The bloodstained ground was a shocking sight. The woman's face was bruised and swollen, her hair a mess. She was soon
taken away by the police.
Rowan broke free from the officers’ grasp, kneeling in the puddle of blood and rainwater, and howled towards the sky, tears
streaming down his face.
The pain in his heart was so intense; it felt as if every hair on his body had turned into sharp needles, stabbing into him through his
pores. There were no visible wounds, but it was excruciating.
The rain poured heavier, as if the heavens were mourning for Claire. Finnley, witnessing the scene, felt half his anger dissipate. The
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmkind-hearted man couldn't bring himself to blRowan.
Jennifer took another large black umbrella from a bodyguard and opened it, walking towards Rowan. Ivan Marsh, on the other
hand, strode towards Daphne Wells, with his umbrella-holding bodyguard following him closely.
The heavy rain fell wildly from the sky, the dark clouds threatening to collapse, and splashes of rainwater covered the stone-paved
ground.
Finnley gazed at Rowan, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt the sdespair and pain as his brother.
On the river, over a dozen salvage boats were searching in sections. Several professional teams were still racing against time,
undeterred by the stormy weather.
Ivan Marsh's powerful aura seemed to freeze the surrounding air. His sharp eyes stared unwaveringly at the nearly beaten-to-death
Daphne Wells, devoid of any sympathy, before finally coming to a stop in front of her.