Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1429: A Revenge Fueled by Emotions

Daphne Wells was only able to stand with the support of two police officers, her legs possibly broken. Someone held an umbrella

for them now, but their bodies were already soaked through and chilled to the bone. Daphne seemed to lose her senses, becoming

somewhat wooden, and she vaguely saw a pair of leather shoes.

"What's your name?" Ivan Marsh's features were lined with cold hardness, his voice low.

Daphne Wells hung her head, struggling to breathe, and did not answer. Ivan Marsh observed that the woman hadn't been beaten

into complete unconsciousness and should have heard his question.

"Mr. Marsh, her nis Daphne Wells," one of the police officers answered.

Ivan Marsh stared at Daphne Wells, his eyes icy as frost. "Is that true?"

Daphne Wells didn't have the strength to look up at his face, but she saw his leather shoes and sensed his presence from his voice.

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This man was probably Ivan Marsh, right? She knew she couldn't escape, as killing Claire meant offending countless people. She

had investigated Claire's background: her brother was Finnley, the special assistant to the president of the Marsh Group, and

Finnley had a close relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Marsh in private...

Ivan Marsh's jaw tightened slightly, revealing impatience, along with an innate arrogance and nobility.

Just as Ivan Marsh thought Daphne Wells wouldn't answer and that he wouldn't get anything out of her, she smiled. "Yes." Her

voice was still weak, but she clearly admitted it.

Ivan Marsh's handsbrows furrowed in coldness, staring at her coldly.

Supported by the two police officers, Daphne Wells mustered all her strength to lift her head, and the man's masterfully crafted

stern face went from blurry to clear in her vision.

Ivan Marsh was surprised by her swollen, bruised face, her mouth stained with blood, and her nose and cheeks so swollen that it

was impossible to tell what she had originally looked like.

"It's true," Daphne Wells wanted to smile triumphantly, but the pain in her lips stopped her. "I hated her." Her speech was unclear

due to her injured mouth and missing teeth.

Thinking of Claire, she was still filled with hatred. "If it weren't for her, | would be the one by his side..." She was still unwilling to

accept it.

So, this was a revenge fueled by emotions?

Ivan Marsh found this woman to be utterly unreasonable, not unlike Catherine Collins from years ago. He despised her intensely.

So, something flashed in his deep eyes, and he waved at the police officers. "Take her away and let her face the law."

"Yes, Mr. Marsh!"

As Daphne Wells was led to the police car, she knew her fate. A life for a life, her heart turned cold and lifeless. Claire was dead,

and Daphne Wells had not won.

Not far away, Jennifer crouched in front of Rowan, holding a large black umbrella to shield him from the wind and rain.

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His body was soaked, wet hair plastered to his face, rain mingling with tears streaming down. Rowan's despair was evident, his

fists swollen and bruised, blood seeping from broken skin.

Seeing this detail, Jennifer's sadness grew. At this point, comforting words seemed pale and powerless, as everyone was grieving.

So, she chose to remain silent.

The air in the ancient town today seemed to corrode souls. The endless downpour seemed like the tears of heaven. Slowly,

everyone's thoughts becdevoid of panic, empty, and they resembled statues, with only endless sorrow remaining.

Although they hadn't found the body, everyone understood that Claire's chances of survival were low. Drowning would only take a

few minutes.

Finnley stood by the river railing, holding a large black umbrella. His eyes stared blankly at the river, unfocused. He wondered how

helpless and painful it must have been for his sister when she was pushed into the river, struggling in her dying moments...

Rescue teams worked in the rain... To Finnley, it all seemed surreal.

In his mind, he saw Claire's smiling face, and it was as if he could hear her silver-bell-like laughter...

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