"No, you take the child back first, I'll stay behind to search for Ethan," Kevin Cliff said gravely.
"But... it's already been so many days, we've searched everywhere possible, used every method we can think of, it's like looking for a needle in the ocean," she objected.
"Then I'll keep searching until the oceans dry up and rocks decay," Kevin Cliff helped her to stand, "Go to sleep. Once I've arranged my schedule, I'll inform you. Pack up tomorrow morning, don't bring too much, we can buy what you need in America."
"Okay, Brother Kevin, you're tired too, remember to rest," Abigail Summer warned with concern.
"Hmm," Kevin Cliff nodded, watching her, deep in thought; after a long time, he said with a profound meaning, "Little Abigail, Charlotte might know this secret, but you don't. It's because of this secret that she would rather bear the accusation of murder, do you understand?"
