Daisy Ginger’s consciousness gradually faded away, forced into a sweet, dark dream.
Ian Linton looked at her with deep affection, then leaned over and planted a kiss on the back of her hand.
Sooner or later, you’ll realize that what I’m doing is right.
He sighed softly, stood up from the bedside, and went to the bathroom to treat his facial wounds.
If Daisy had been any stronger, perhaps she would have sliced off half the skin on his face just now.
He moved his facial muscles, and feeling that the nerves were unharmed, he washed his face and let it be.
Edward Stephens received a call from the deputy director to discuss the progress of the case at the police station.
Daisy Ginger had been missing for three whole days. The forest where Ervin Osteen committed suicide had been thoroughly searched, but no clues were found.
It’s very likely that it wasn’t the primary crime scene.
But now, with Ervin dead and the clues cut off, if Daisy were still alive and held somewhere, their delay in finding her would significantly diminish her chances of survival.
Without water and food, a person can only survive for three to seven days.
It’s already been three whole days, and considering her frail body after the car accident, she might not hold on much longer.
Edward hadn’t been sleeping much these days, and even when he managed to fall asleep, his mind raced incessantly, startling him awake time and again, awaiting a call that never came.
He hadn’t known Daisy for long, just over half a year. This marriage wasn’t what he wanted, yet after he chose not to let go, fate played this cruel joke on him.
Even he found it absurd and laughable.
In the end, it was he who got trapped.
He drove in a hurry to the police station, where a black Range Rover was already parked. As he got out, so did Ethan Pond and Zoe Hilker.
Zoe looked very haggard; she hadn’t even put on her usual heavy makeup, and her fair face showed a pale hue. Her brows were furrowed, and she clung tightly to Ethan’s hand, looking as if she might collapse at any moment.
Ethan supported her and reprimanded in a low voice, "I told you to rest at home. Looking like a sick cat, what good does coming here do?"
Zoe whispered, "I just want to find Ginger as soon as possible..."
As she spoke, she noticed Edward coming out of a car nearby and paused slightly. Ethan furrowed his brow and impatiently asked, "What are you doing here?"
Edward replied, "The deputy director called me."
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As they spoke, a black sedan pulled up at the police station entrance; Edward glanced at the license plate and saw it was Ian Linton’s.
The car door opened, and Chloe Brooke and Ian Linton got out together.
The couple seemed taken aback to see everyone gathered at the entrance, not understanding how it happened that they all showed up at once.
Zoe asked, "Did you also get a call from the deputy director?"
Chloe hesitated, nodded, and looked at them uncertainly, cautiously asking, "Did they find any clues?"
Edward’s gaze fell on Ian’s face not far away. A white bandage covered nearly half his face. Seeing Edward looking at him, Ian nodded warmly, smiled, and greeted him, "Hello, Edward."
Edward looked at him, "What happened to your face?"
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