Snare of Love

Chapter 672 Why are There so Many Disasters in Your Life

Amanda did not sleep nor speak, she nestled in Dolores's arms. Andrew was sitting on the sofa

opposite, he pursed his lips and looked at his sister. He suddenly came down the sofa, went to Dolores,

touched his sister's head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Amanda did not speak.

He sighed. His sister was truly frightened this time and she did not even want to say anything.

It was late at night. Dolores asked Coral to take Andrew to bed. He refused. "What about you?"

"I'm waiting for your father." Dolores looked at her son. "Be a good boy and go to bed."

Andrew sat next to her and said, "I want to stay with you."

Dolores touched her son's head and took him into her arms. Waiting would not be so painful with them

around.

They did not sleep that night. When it was bright in the morning, 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 make something."

Matthew had not come back yet. It must be that Boyce was not found yet. How could she have the

appetite to eat?

Even if she did not eat, the two children still need something to eat. When Jayden and the gang came

back, they could have something to eat too.

It was always right to prepare something.

However, all this was prepared in vain. They did not come back the whole day.

The two children could not help but fall asleep on the sofa. Dolores carried Amanda and went upstairs,

while Coral took Andrew into the room downstairs to sleep.

She sat by the bed and pulled a little quilt over her daughter. She did not dare to put her down. When

she fell asleep, she would suddenly wake up and look for her.

That was caused by excessive fright.

Coral put Andrew on the bed. Seeing 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 scooped the soup with a spoon, reached it to

her and said, "I'll feed you."

"It’s okay, leave it on the table. I'll eat it later." Dolores could not possibly let Coral feed her. She really

did not want to eat it, but she did not want Coral to worry too.

At this time, there was a sound of door opening downstairs. Dolores became alert. "Are they coming

back?"

Coral said, "I'll go down and have a look."

Soon there were footsteps upstairs. It wasn't Coral. She turned back. The one coming in was Matthew.

"Well, did you find him?" Dolores asked anxiously.

Matthew did not speak, he jerked his collar and pulled down his face.

Dolores fell silent. He must not have found him, otherwise he would not be in such a bad mood.

Matthew frowned when he saw the untouched soup on the table. "You didn’t eat?"

"I can't eat." Dolores lowered her eyes.

Matthew sat by the bed, looked 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 to go abroad. Old Mr. Bailey was

going to get executed that day, and they wanted to avenge me."

During his two nights and one day outside while looking for Boyce, he had investigated the situation at

that time. There was monitoring on the bridge. All the scenes at that time were captured.

Declan knew it was Matthew's car, but he did not know Matthew was not the one driving it. He drove a

4WD cross-country car and frantically hit Boyce's car. At that time, there were many cars on the bridge,

and Boyce could not get away. Since there was a child in the car, he was very passive.

When the car was pushed to the railing by Declan's car, he threw Amanda out of the window and

Amanda was rescued by the people on the road. Neither he nor Lucy got out and they fell with the car.

There was a dam under XX Bridge. The current was fast and it was very dangerous.

The car was salvaged, the car doors were closed and the window glass was not damaged. There was

no trace of Boyce, only Lucy drowned in it.

Dolores trembled a little. "What about Declan now? Escaped?"

"No, he wanted to escape, but before he had time to board the plane, we found him in a nearby small

hotel and had sent him to the police station."

He took the soup from the table and fed it to Dolores, comforting, "It's a good thing we didn't find

Boyce, that means he may be fine. Armand and Officer Miller are still looking for him. I come back just

to have a look at you and I’ll go out later."

Dolores was still worried. Embankments were built at both sides of the river with stones. It was not

easy for anyone to get rescued without help.

"How could Declan get out?" Dolores could not figure it out. His father had become like that, who would

have the ability to get him out?

Matthew suddenly understood one thing. Emma Bailey, the sixth of the family, had suddenly showed up

in front of Dolores, and it was easy for Boyce to find out that it was her. What was her purpose?

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

It seemed to be not the case now. If it was really to ruin their relationship, she would not disappear after

showing up only twice. She was trying to turn his attention away. Although the daughters of the Bailey’s

were not satisfied of the Bailey family, Declan was the only man in the Bailey family. Now that Roger

Bailey was sentenced to death, in order to secure the Bailey’s only heir, it was still possible to get

Declan out.

"Alright, eat something first." Matthew scooped the soup and handed it to her mouth. "Be a good girl. If

you’ve fallen sick, what would happen to the children?"

Dolores could not refuse him and she opened her mouth.

The Miller family was not peaceful these two days too. Officer Miller had been looking for Boyce

outside. Mrs. Miller sat on the sofa. "How could this happen? Something’s happened to him when

you’ve just recovered."

"Alright, mom, don't say anything unlucky." Wendy was upset and she did not want to listen to her

nagging.

"Aren't I 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 was provoked, she got up from the sofa and walked towards the door.

Mrs. Miller was worried and she shouted, "It’s late, where are you going?"

"I'm going to look for dad and see if there's any clue." She then went out and did not want to hear Mrs.

Miller's nagging.

She called Officer Miller and asked, "Dad, where are you?"

Officer Miller was in the lower reaches of the river, looking for Boyce's whereabouts together with the

police officers.

Knowing that his daughter was coming, he immediately sent her the location with his mobile phone. He

felt that she should come. After all, she had established a relationship with Boyce.

Now that Boyce's life and death were unknown, she should care and come to look for him.

Armand who was standing on the boat was wet. It was dark at night and they could only rely on

flashlights. The search was not delayed at all, but it was still worrying after so long.

After about an hour, Wendy arrived and got on board with the help of Officer Miller.

"Still no clue?" She seemed a little apprehensive.

Although she only discovered the good part of Boyce after a while, she knew Boyce was really a good

guy after getting along with him these few days.

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

Armand glanced at her and did not speak. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wendy did not like Armand too and she did not say hello to him.

"Dad, can't you send more people?" Wendy said.

"All the people who can be used in the Institute have been transferred here." He was anxious too, but

there was no better way.

It was out of the city and the river was so long. With a heavy heart, he thought that the possibility of him

surviving was too small.