Chapter 442
The next second, Odell rushed to the shore and jumped into the water.
“Master Carter!” Violet and the two bodyguards exclaimed in shock.
The bodyguards did not dare to dally and immediately took off their coats to jump into the lake.
Violet trembled all over.
She saw a figure fall from the top of the hill.
Although she did not see who the figure was, she saw a wheelchair falling as well.
Who else could the figure be but Sylvia?
She quickly took out her cell phone and called the police.
Late at night, the gorgeous fireworks show ended, and the festival ended on schedule.
The tourists left in satisfaction, and Cloudy Heart Lake soon became silent. It was enveloped by endless darkness and tension.
Next to the hill, a group of professional rescuers was preparing to go into the water.
At that moment, there was already a group of rescuers emerging from the lake. They did not find anything.
The two bodyguards also dragged Odell up from the lake.
The man frowned and shouted at them coldly when he got on the shore, “Get out of my way!”
The two bodyguards stopped him firmly. “Master Carter, you can’t go. It’s too windy and dangerous!”
“Yes, Master Carter. Let the professional rescue team do their job.”
Odell looked at them with an ashen face and roared, “I said, get lost!”
The two bodyguards sucked in a breath and firmly stood in front of Odeh.
Seeing this, Violet whispered, “Master Carter, they’re a professional rescue team. They’ll be able to find Mrs. Carter, so you should wait over here.”
Odell’s icy gaze instantly turned to her.
Violet was so scared that she took a few steps back, but she could not help but say, “You’ve already gone down several times, but you couldn’t find her.”
Odell’s expression grew colder.
The bodyguards and Violet did not pay attention to her either.
Tara secretly clenched her hands and looked toward the lake.
The night passed, and the sky became brighter.
There were many more pedestrians around the lake.
At the hill was a group of professional rescue personnel.
It had been a night, but they did not find anything.
The weather was cold, and the atmosphere was still tense.
No one dared to speak loudly.
On the top of the hill to the side, a man stood at the spot Sylvia was at before she fell.
The clothes on his body had long been dried by the wind. His face was cold and somewhat pale as he looked at the lake below, and his body exuded a depressed and disheveled aura.
Tara stood behind him. She stayed with him all night.
She shrank her neck and deliberately said in her voice that was trembling from the cold, “Odell, eat some breakfast. You’ll only have the strength to continue looking for Sylvia if you eat.”
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