Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1436: This is Probably Despair

By this time, the heavy rain had stopped.

The ancient town after the rain was more like an ink painting, where one could vaguely see the scenery across the river. The stilted

buildings leaned against the mountains and overlapped layer by layer, with the distant mountains shrouded in clouds and fog.

On this side of the river, even after the rain stopped, Rowan was still kneeling there. He was already soaked through, tears

streamingdown his face, his heart shattered on the ground.

"Mr. Li." The bodyguard bent down to take the large black umbrella that Jennifer had been holding up for him.

Jennifer squatted in front of him, reaching out to hold Rowan's shoulder.

Even for a Doctor of Literature, at such a time, she didn't know how to console him.

Because any profound words seemed pale and powerless.

"Shall we go back to the inn and take a bath?" Jennifer's voice was very soft, as if she was discussing with him, "You will catch a

cold like this."

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Rowan slowly focused his gaze on her, and said sorrowfully, "It's my fault. | failed to protect her."

He felt incredibly guilty, towards Claire and towards the Russell family.

"But you can't blyourself." Seeing him like this, Jennifer also felt a compulsion to cry, "No one wanted this to happen. Daphne

Wells will receive the punishment she deserves."

Mentioning Daphne Wells, a seed of hatred sprouted in Rowan's heart.

"I know you're in pain, we're all in pain," Jennifer told him, "But... but if you continue like this, you'll ruin your own health. Whether

Claire is alive or not, if she knew, how heartbroken would she be? She loves you so much."

Mentioning Claire, Rowan felt so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

She felt sorry for Rowan, and almost pleaded with him, "Can we go back to the inn first? They won't stop the search, and they'll tell

you as soon as they have any news."

At this moment, Rowan seemed to have aged a lot overnight.

He was no longer that brilliantly dressed, extraordinarily handsome, genius doctor with a halo above his head. His chin was

covered with rough stubble, and his dark eye circles cast a gloomy shadow over his face.

Finnley stood behind him, and seeing him like this, he also felt particularly uncomfortable.

"Dr. Watson." He also squatted down, holding his other shoulder, "Let's go back to the inn and take a bath first. Even if you fall ill,

Claire's situation will remain the same. Regret is useless."

Yes, regret is useless.

But what is useful?

God, could you tell Dr. Watson what he should do now to bring his Claire back?

Rowan couldn't help but cover his face and sob... "I didn't even get a chance to love her properly... she was always the one

accommodating me." He was filled with regret.

He really had no way not to regret!

If he had been more decisive in dealing with Daphne Wells, directly sending Daphne Wells back to the countryside, would things

have been better?

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Actually, no, as long as Daphne Wells was alive, she would seek revenge, her personality had already been twisted.

Finnley and Jennifer exchanged a glance, and the two of them forcibly helped Rowan, whose legs had gone numb from kneeling, to

get up and took him to the inn.

Ivan Marsh stood in front of the river, his handsface cold. He was waiting for the results of the salvage team.

After a while, in the small alley paved with bluestone slabs, Jennifer and the others ran into Tristan and Monica who were coming

head-on.

Everyone stopped when they saw each other, and they all looked surprised.

"Bro?" Jennifer squinted at them, "Are you guys okay?" She was aware of Daphne Wells' assault on Miss Swain and Tristan's heroic

act of jumping into the river to save her.

"We're fine." Tristan walked a few steps to Rowan, and seeing him in this state, he was both shocked and sympathetic, "Here, let

"Hey, you..." Monica was anxious, weren't you injured too?

But Tristan and Finnley were helping Rowan towards the inn. Concerned Monica stepped aside to make way, the alley was really too

narrow.

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