In the past few days, Ethan had only slept a few hours each day.

He even went diving to search for Olivia.

Brent had to stop him from going in again when he was exhausted.

"Mr. Miller, you'll kill yourself if this keeps up.

You've been diving non-stop for an entire day." Ethan sat on the deck of the boat.

He had gone into the water several times that day.

His eyes had lost focus and were bloodshot, and his limbs were shaking.

He was at his limit.

"I can still go down." "Mr. Miller, remember the time Mrs.

Miller faked her death? Maybe things aren't as bad as we think they are." At that point in time, Brent didn't have any proof that Olivia was still alive.

But for Ethan's sake, he could only try to provide him with some hope.

tiny spark of hope would be enough for

started to doubt

had wanted Liv dead for

a chance

it up to chance." Ethan had never stopped trying to

for Olivia, he was

the only one who knew the truth of

of time tracking down Helen, and he

she was

herself

gravestone red, and her body lay lifelessly next to

snowed heavily

snow three days

body was already

only lead they

for Leia, Ethan tried a lot of methods to get her to talk, but

Ethan that she would cut her

expect the person to be so

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