On Gideon's side, he had also contacted a rescue team he knew and called in more people to help with the search. He couldn't stop himself from diving into the river to look.
But after around eight hours of exhausting effort, they still hadn't found her when evening came. Instead, they had recovered an unrelated male corpse and a heap of scattered debris.
From a geographical standpoint, the police analyzed the situation. The river was only a tributary, and due to the terrain, its current was swift, carrying water downstream into a larger river that spanned provinces before finally emptying into the sea.
Under these conditions, it was highly likely that Giselle had been swept away, carried far downstream into the larger river, and eventually out to sea. And since her hands and feet had been bound when she was thrown over, her chances of survival were zero.
Locating her body would be unimaginably difficult, like searching for a needle in a haystack. It would consume enormous manpower, resources, and money.
Gideon spent an entire day searching. Physically and mentally drained, he collapsed on the grassy bank of the river. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up again.
Meanwhile, Donovan was also sitting at the other end of the riverbank. He was in a daze, still unable to believe that Giselle was gone forever, swallowed by the torrent.
She was no longer coming back. She had completely disappeared from this world.
The thought alone struck him so hard that he couldn't even haul himself to his feet. His mind was spinning, and he felt as if all life had been drained out of him.
A dull ache throbbed in his chest, and his eyes were empty.
He kept puffing on his cigarette, as if he'd lost all sense of place. He didn't know what he should do the following day, and he could barely remember the past they shared.
His mind was completely blank.
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