Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

The sound of rain gradually overshadowed all other sounds at the ear.

The icy raindrops pelted Ian Shelby’s hair, face, and shoulders.

His eyes emitted a chilling glare, and he gripped the railing tightly, as if he could crush it with the concealed force!

He contained within him a brewing anger, partly towards the wrongdoers, and partly blaming himself.

Staring at the river dotted with rain lines, a sorrowful expression flashed in Ian Shelby’s eyes—he was truly in despair!

”Jocelyn Morgan!!”

Ian could no longer suppress the surging emotion within, he shouted hoarsely into the river, ”Where are you?! Jocelyn!! Where on earth are you?!”

”Jocelyn Morgan!! Jocelyn Morgan...”

Moments spent together, her every smile and laugh etched deeply in his mind, playing out like a movie.

She happily linked her arm through his, her eyes turning into crescents as she smiled with blissful joy...

She jumped like a rabbit, patting his hair, she pulled him back step by step, her eyes full of admiration...

She occasionally made funny faces at him... Sometimes poised and quiet, sometimes playful and cute.

Every scene was so familiar.

”Jocelyn, I’m sorry... I lost you...”

Ian could feel a wrenching pain in his heart, like being torn apart, as icy rain rolled down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

Raindrops soaked his eyelashes, and finally tears broke free, mingling with the rain—for the first time, this man accustomed to life and death cried.

Though they hadn’t been together for long, hadn’t experienced the marathon of love, their energies matched, their values aligned, they were heading towards marriage.

The rain kept pouring harder... the temperature dropped ever lower.

His throat bobbed, swallowing a hint of bitterness, he truly hated himself.

”Dr. Shelby!”

Someone ran over with a large black umbrella, holding it above him, and said with distress, ”Please go back to the inn and rest?! We’ll inform you once there’s news.”

He shook his head, silent, gripping the railing, heart seemingly bleeding.

Though the heavy rain no longer drenched him, he was already soaked.

”Dr. Shelby, please return to the inn, you’ll fall ill like this, and there are so many patients waiting for you. You can’t collapse.”

”Alive, I want to see her; dead, I want to see her body,” Ian’s voice was hoarse, ”If I can’t find her, I’m not resting.”

Only this way, he could be a little closer to Jocelyn; she wouldn’t be lonely and afraid.

The rain still poured heavily, battered the umbrella, as if narrating some grievance.

Ian’s face was pained, ”If she’s not found tonight, tomorrow I’ll notify the Morgan family.” This was his decision, a carefully considered result.

”Okay.” The man nodded, continuing to hold the umbrella for him.

But everyone knew, after so much time, even if she were found, the outcome was ominous.

This man was Trevor’s subordinate; before leaving, Mr. Trevino repeatedly instructed him to take good care of Dr. Shelby.

Because in extreme pain, people are likely to do things beyond their control.

Another team was scrutinizing the surveillance at the entrance to the ancient town, combing through days of suspicious individuals in the middle of the night; sometimes police could solve cases by judgment.

In any case, they seized every hope.

As night deepened...

Janelle Mills and Trevor had already drifted into sleep, this night they were peaceful, sleeping quite soundly.

After searching for a day, their bodies were truly tired.