Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 673

It will be two days and two nights soon, could he still be alive even if they did find him?

Officer Miller took off his hat and sighed deeply.

"Dad, don't be like this." She took Officer Miller's arm and looked at the rising sun in the sky. She could not help sighing too.

There was a fork below the spot they searched. One side faced east and the other faced west. The river channel in the west was wider, which increased the difficulty of searching, and they needed to divide into two groups.

Armand said, "I'll take some to the west."

Officer Miller nodded and assigned more people to him. Armand had gone down several times. He was exhausted. He sat on the deck barefoot, and water was dripping from his body.

At dawn, Matthew came and asked him if he had any clues.

Armand shook his head and thought of the worst outcome. "Could he..."

"No." Matthew said firmly, "if we didn’t find him, it's not necessarily that he drowned in the water, maybe he was saved? When the car was salvaged, the glass was not broken and the door was closed. We all know that due to the water resistance, it’s impossible to open the door in the water. I think, maybe he’s come out of the car and didn't fall into the water with the car."

What he said was very reasonable, but Armand still did not understand one thing. "If he’s alive, and we’ve searched from the city to the suburbs, how come we still don’t find him after such a long way? Where has he gone?"

Matthew could not explain this too.

As Armand said, if he was still alive, how can they not find him?

At this time, the mobile phone in the pocket of the shirt Armand threw aside rang. He snatched it and took out his mobile phone. It was Theresa's number.

He pressed the answer button. "Hey, Theresa."

"Did you find him?" Theresa asked.

He was in a hurry when he came back and he did not see Theresa. He called her and told her Boyce’s situation. She must be worried that she called to ask about the situation.

Armand answered, "No."

"What if I go..."

"No, you can’t do anything either. I'll call you when there’s news. Don't worry, we'll try our best." There would be more people worried about Boyce when she came, it was better for her to stay away to alleviate the anxiety.

"Alright, don't forget to tell me any news," Theresa said.

"I won’t."

Armand lowered his head. "I'm afraid I can't see you recently."

"You don’t have to, it’s more important to find him."

Armand agreed.

Theresa clenched her mobile phone and said, "If there’s nothing else, I'll hang up."

She then hung up.

Armand put his mobile phone back into his pocket, stood up, walked to Matthew and asked, "There’s no point searching this way."

Matthew looked at the small wooden boat docked by the river and turned to ask, "What's that boat for?"

Armand shook his head and said, "I don't know."

He did not say anything and asked people to pull the boat ashore. Armand ran over and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Matthew still did not speak, because he was not sure whether his judgment was right.

Armand followed him off the boat and asked the rest to continue searching.

Along the shore was a reclaimed vegetable garden. An old man was picking vegetables. Matthew came over.

The old man put the picked lettuce into a basket. When he saw someone coming, he asked, "What can I help you?"

"I saw a boat docked by the river, what's that boat for?" Matthew asked.

"Why are you asking?" The old man was unwilling to answer.

A doctor from the village service agency asked him to send Boyce to a big hospital after checking him.

"I have no money." The man was not willing to spend huge amount of money, so he asked, "Can he still live without going?"

"I'm not sure. The injury is on his head, it's best for him to take a CT scan in a big hospital," the doctor suggested.

"It would be fine as long as he doesn’t die."

The doctor could not force him too and he could only leave. As he reached the entrance, he asked, "Is he someone of yours?"

The man choked, he rolled his eyes and said, "He’s my relative."

The doctor nodded and walked out of the door.

Boyce’s head hurt so much as if it was going to crack, but he could hear their conversation clearly. He supported himself with the wall and came out. "Are you the one who hit me?"

He clearly remembered that he had lost consciousness after being knocked down by a small boat.

The man was startled and he widened his eyes. "You, you’re awake?"

Boyce glanced at the large and small pots and bags placed on the floor in the room. There were water and mud on the floor and pots filled with river snails.

"Do you have a phone?" Boyce asked. He needed to contact someone.

He had already lost his mobile phone.

"What are you trying to do?" The man was afraid that he would sue him and he hurriedly pushed away the responsibility. "You can’t blame me, it’s you who’s in the water in the first place."

"I just want to make a call," Boyce said weakly.

"Don't you think I'm easy to fool." The man obviously did not believe it. Boyce just wanted to make a phone call but he thought he must have wanted to call someone to catch him.

As soon as Boyce realized that he could not persuade the man, he decided to go out and find someone. He needed to go back quickly and tell Matthew that Declan had got out and he should be alert. Declan wanted to avenge him.

However, when he came to the door, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. He turned his head and saw the man holding a wooden stick. He was grasping it with both hands, slightly trembling and acting calmly while widening his eyes. "Don't think I'm easy to fool, you must be looking for someone."