Nicholas Thompson sharply turned to look at him, the red blood vessels in his eyes becoming more apparent.
"How is she?"
Nicholas' voice was hoarse, full of urgency.
Ever since he heard about Catrina's disappearance, every second felt like a year to him. Had the police not been stopping him, he would have already jumped into the water to search for her himself.
Fearing that their emotions might become too unstable, the police had specifically assigned a psychologist to comfort them.
The moment he knew that there was a lead on Catrina, Nicholas felt both happiness and fear.
"Second brother, don't worry. Catrina will definitely be fine." Gillian tried to comfort him, while her heart pounded in anxiety.
It had been a day and a night. Would Catrina be fortunate enough to be rescued?
If Catrina was still alive, her betrayal of the Thompson family would definitely be exposed.
Cold sweat trickled down Gillian's body.
