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It seemed Lily had no way out but death.
The more he thought about it, the redder Ashton’s eyes became.
What a nightmare.
“Boss, you’re injured-you can’t stay in the water.”
After diving down, Ashton quickly found his boss.
He swam to him anxiously. “I’ve already called the rescue team. Our men are on their way to help search for Lily. Your wounds are still bleeding… James, if you stay in the water you’ll die. Go back to shore, please. I can keep looking for Lily.”
James’s eyes were bloodshot; he seemed not to hear Ashton at all, stubbornly swimming forward.
Right now there was only one thought in his heart: he had to find Lily.
He knew, too, that with her hands and feet bound she couldn’t swim-that the odds were almost hopeless.
But as long as there was even the faintest chance, he couldn’t give up.
Every second he failed to find her, her danger grew.
Time was so precious-he couldn’t waste even a breath.
“Boss…”
Ashton’s voice was hoarse from pleading, but James, his eyes bloodshot, just kept swimming forward.
Sometimes he dove beneath the surface, searching.
But no matter how long he searched, he still couldn’t find the woman he loved.
In the end, Ashton stopped trying to persuade him.
He knew James loved Lily too much-words would never turn him back.
Besides, Ashton too wanted to find Lily quickly. If they didn’t, he didn’t dare imagine what would become of James.
So he swam desperately alongside, praying for a miracle-that one of them might spot Lily still alive.
But fate was cruel. James lost too much blood and eventually fainted, and they still found nothing.
“James!”
Not long after Ashton dove in, Simon arrived as well.
The longer Lily remained missing, the colder and more pained his heart grew.
When he saw James unconscious, he rushed to help Ashton haul him back to shore.
James owned two yachts, and his men quickly began sweeping the waters.
Rescue teams had also arrived, but despite the numbers, they still hadn’t found any trace of Lily.
With every minute that passed, Simon and Ashton’s faces grew darker.
When Lily fell, James had been too far away.
By the time he reached the cliff and leapt, two or three minutes had already passed.
If he had been able to reach her right away and pull her to shore, there might have been hope.
Now nearly three hours had gone by since she fell.
Even if they did find her, what they brought back would only be a body.
“James!”
Doctors soon arrived and began tending to the unconscious man’s wounds.
Elsa, feigning concern, walked over.
Her eyes were reddened as she looked at James lying motionless, then she lifted her tearful gaze to Simon. “Simon, you still haven’t found Lily? After all this time, I’m really so worried…”
She thought of how Simon had thrown himself off the cliff like a madman, and hatred for Lily gnawed at her.
But as always, she hid it well, pretending to be deeply concerned.
Seeing Simon’s grief-stricken face and silence, she added quickly, “Lily is blessed. She’ll be fine. Alive we must see her, dead we must see her body. As long as we haven’t found her, there’s still hope she’s alive.”
Inwardly she sneered-by now Lily must surely be dead.
Best if her body was only found ten days later, bloated and disfigured by seawater. Then Simon would never remember her with longing, only with revulsion.
“Doctor, how is he? James, please wake up!”
“Ashton, please keep quiet!”
Though Ashton had no proof, he was certain today’s events were tied to Elsa.
She hated Lily so fiercely, and now Lily was missing-yet here Elsa was, hovering and playing the part of the good person. He couldn’t stomach it.
Elsa’s lips trembled with feigned hurt as she turned teary eyes to Simon, her proud face painted with helplessness.
She wanted Simon to defend her, to comfort her.
Instead, he said, “Lizzy, don’t talk right now.”
His mind was already in turmoil; her chattering only made his head feel like it would split apart.
And he knew James wouldn’t want to hear her voice.
“Lily!”
The news of Lily’s fall spread quickly.
Soon John, Jackson, and others rushed to the scene.
When John saw James lying unconscious and no sign of Lily anywhere, the blood drained from his face.
He staggered violently, and if not for Xie Wei’s support, he would have collapsed.
In the next breath, he lunged forward, seizing Simon’s collar with both hands.
“Where’s Lily? Where is she now?”
John had power and means, and he knew more than most.
He already knew the kidnappers had forced Simon to choose-and Simon had chosen Elsa.
Looking at the endless sea before him, despair crashed over him like a tide.
His eyes turned scarlet, and he drove his fist into Simon’s face.
“You knew Elsa framed Lily again and again. You knew what kind of person Elsa was. You knew she was vile, shameless, deserving of death. Why did you abandon Lily for this filthy wretch? Why didn’t you save her?”
“Why… why did you just watch her die?”
When news of Lily’s fall reached him, Jackson nearly lost his mind.
The fury in his eyes burned straight into Simon, his glare filled with hatred.
He was about to step forward and land a few heavy punches when something caught his attention-Elsa’s pendant.
The pattern carved on it was unusual, nearly unique.
And he had seen that pendant before, long ago, in the orphanage.
That pendant belonged to Lily. How could it be hanging around Elsa’s neck?
Back in the orphanage, he and Lily had leaned on each other, sharing everything.
He knew well that this pendant had been given to her by a boy, and she had treasured it deeply.