Chapter 672: Chapter 672



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Amanda wasn’t sleeping or talking, she was curled up in Dolores’ arms. Andrew was sitting on the sofa opposite, he pursed his lips and gave a glance at his sister.

Suddenly he came down from the couch, walked over to Dolores, touched his sister’s head and asked, “Are you hungry?” Amanda didn’t speak.

She sighed. Her sister was really scared this time and didn’t want to say anything.

It was late at night. Dolores asked Coral to put Andrew to bed. She refused. “And you?”

“I’m waiting for your father.” Dolores gave her son a look. “Be a good boy and go to bed.”

Andrew sat down next to her and said, “I want to stay with you.”

Dolores touched her son’s head and took him in her arms. The waiting would not be so painful with them close.

That night they did not sleep. When morning came, Coral said, “I’ll get you something to eat. You didn’t eat last night. With your current health, you can’t always skip meals.”

“Please prepare something.”

Matthew hadn’t returned yet. It must be that Boyce wasn’t found yet. How could he have an appetite to eat?

Even if he didn’t eat, the two boys needed something to eat. When Jayden and the gang returned, they could eat something too.

It was always right to prepare something.

However, all this was prepared in vain. They didn’t come back all day.

The two children couldn’t help but fall asleep on the couch. Dolores carried Amanda and went upstairs, while Coral took Andrew to the downstairs bedroom to sleep.

She sat by the bed and pulled a small comforter over her daughter. She didn’t dare put her to bed. When she fell asleep, she would suddenly wake up and look for her.

The cause was too much fear.

Coral put Andrew to bed. When she saw that there was no sign of him waking up, she went to the kitchen and brought a bowl of soup to Dolores. “Do you want to eat this bowl of soup?”

Dolores shook her head. “I can’t.”

“You have to, even if you can’t. You’re not alone.” Coral picked up the soup with a spoon, spooned it over to her and said, “I’m going to feed you.”

“All right, leave it on the table. I’ll eat it later.” Dolores couldn’t let Coral feed her. She really didn’t want to eat her, but she didn’t want Coral to worry too.

Just then, there was a sound of a door opening downstairs. Dolores became alert. “Are they coming back?”

Coral said, “I’m going downstairs to take a look.”

Soon footsteps were heard upstairs. It wasn’t Coral. She turned around. The one coming was Matthew.

“Well, did you find him?” Dolores asked anxiously.

Matthew didn’t speak, he shook out his shirt collar and lowered his face.

Dolores was silent. She must not have found him, otherwise she wouldn’t be in such a bad mood.

Matthew frowned when he saw the untouched soup on the table. “You haven’t eaten?”

“I can’t eat.” Dolores looked down.

Matthew sat down next to the bed, glanced at his daughter and whispered, “It was Declan who did it. I don’t know how his family did it, they managed to get him out. They were going overseas. Old Lord Bailey was to be executed that day, and they wanted revenge.”

During his two nights and a day away while searching for Boyce, he had investigated the situation at the time. There was surveillance on the bridge. All the scenes of that moment were captured.

Declan knew it was Matthew’s car, but he didn’t know that Matthew wasn’t the one driving it. He was driving an SUV and frantically collided with Boyce’s car. At the time, there were many cars on the bridge, and Boyce was unable to escape. Since there was a child in the car, he was very passive.

When the car was pushed into the guardrail by Declan’s car, Declan threw Amanda out the window and Amanda was rescued by people on the road.

Neither he nor Lucy got out and went down with the car.

There was a dam under the XX bridge. The current was fast and very dangerous.

The car was rescued, the car doors were closed and the window panes were undamaged. There was no trace of Boyce, only Lucy drowned in it.

Dolores shivered a little. “What about Declan now, did he run away?”

“No, he wanted to escape, but before he had time to get on the plane, we found him at a nearby hotel and sent him to the police station.”

He picked up the soup from the table and handed it to Dolores, comforting, “It’s good that we didn’t find Boyce, that means he might be okay. Armand and Officer Miller are still looking for him. I’ve come back just to give you a look and I’ll be out later.”

Dolores was still worried. On both sides of the river, embankments were built with rocks. It wasn’t easy for anyone to be rescued without help.

“How could Declan get out?” Dolores couldn’t understand. Her father had become like this, who would have the ability to get him out?

Matthew suddenly understood one thing. Emma Bailey, the sixth in the family, had suddenly shown herself in front of Dolores, and it was easy for Boyce to figure out it was her.What was her goal?

Was it really to ruin the relationship between him and Dolores?

It seemed that was not the case now. If it was really to ruin their relationship, she wouldn’t disappear after showing herself only twice. She was trying to divert his attention.

Although the Bailey daughters were not pleased with the Bailey Family, Declan was the only man in the Bailey Family. Now that Roger Bailey was sentenced to death, to ensure the Bailey’s sole heir, it was still possible to take Declan out.

“All right, eat something first.” Matthew picked up the soup and spooned it into his mouth. “Be a good girl. If you get sick, what would happen to the kids?”

Dolores couldn’t refuse and opened her mouth.

The Miller Family wasn’t quiet these past two days either. Officer Miller had been looking for Boyce outside. Mrs. Miller sat on the couch, “How could this happen? Something happened to him when he just recovered.”

“It’s okay, Mom, don’t say anything unfortunate.” Wendy was upset and didn’t want to hear her scolding.

“I’m not worried about you? You’re divorced. Now that you’ve recovered with Boyce, his life and death are unknown. Why are there so many disasters in your life?”

Wendy felt provoked, got up from the couch and headed for the door.

Mrs. Miller was worried and called out, “It’s late, where are you going?”

“I’m going to look for Dad and see if there are any clues.” He then went outside and would not listen to Mrs. Miller’s complaints.

She called Officer Miller and asked, “Dad, where are you?”.

Officer Miller was down by the lower river, searching for Boyce’s whereabouts along with police officers.

Knowing his daughter was coming, he immediately sent her the location with his phone. He thought she must be coming. After all, she had established a relationship with Boyce.

Now that Boyce’s life and death were unknown, she should be concerned and come and get him.

Armand, standing in the boat, was wet. It was night and they could only rely on flashlights. The search was not delayed at all, but it was still worrisome after so long.

After an hour, Wendy arrived and came aboard with the help of Officer Miller.

“Still no leads?” she seemed a bit apprehensive.

Although she only found out the good side of Boyce after a while, she knew Boyce was really a good guy after getting along with him these days.

Now that something like this had happened, she was also very worried.

Armand looked at her and didn’t speak.

Wendy didn’t like Armand either and didn’t greet him.

“Dad, can’t you send more people?” said Wendy.

“All the people who can be used have been moved here.” He was anxious too, but there was no better way.

He was out of town and the river was too long. With a heavy heart, he thought the chance of him surviving was too small.

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