Chapter 934 Unimaginable
Mia tossed the blanket aside, rolled out of bed, and started throwing on her clothes, one piece at a time.
"Hey, where are you going?" Dalton asked.
"I don't have time for this, Dalton. If you hadn't blackmailed me, I would've never let you near me. You know how messed up the stuff you've done is. You leave no trace, but make everyone miserable, and then sit back and enjoy the chaos. You're so sneaky. William's just a pawn to you; you never saw him as your son!"
Once she was dressed, Mia grabbed her bag, ready to bolt.
"Mia," Dalton said, his voice heavy, "William is our son, and that’s a fact. And I love you. I've already given up so much. Even if you don't divorce George, it's fine, as long as you're with me. What more do you want?"
Mia spun around, her eyes blazing. "Dalton, I'll tell you what I want. I want you gone. Just wait and see. I don't believe no one can take you down."
She slammed the door behind her.
Dalton let out a cold laugh, his eyes turning dark. He grabbed a pillow and hurled it to the floor.
"Mia, you think you can get rid of me? No way! There's nothing I want that I can't get, and anything I want to keep, I will keep. Otherwise, I'll destroy it!" he shouted.
The night was heavy with a sense of desolation.
The river flowed quietly, like a mirror reflecting the silent, bleak sky. Abandoned containers and warehouses lined the shore, worn down by time.
A gentle breeze brushed the river's surface, bringing a hint of moisture and coolness, but it couldn't chase away the darkness.
Stars dotted the night sky, their faint light obscured by thick clouds, making the riverside scene blurry and adding a mysterious, oppressive vibe.
Alexander and a group of people dressed in black stood by the river, watching as a vehicle was pulled from the water.
The car was a wreck, riddled with bullet holes, windows shattered, and tires blown out.
Alexander's eyes were glued to the car, his face etched with deep anxiety and unease, his brows heavy with sorrow. Helpless and desperate grief swirled in his eyes, almost knocking him off balance, but someone beside him held him up.
"Mr. Mitchell, we've checked the river and found no bodies. We've also checked the surrounding area, and the warehouses and containers are full of bullet holes. This place has always been unsafe, with frequent gang fights. There are often bloodstains on the ground. We found some fresh bloodstains, indicating there was a recent fight here, but it was cleaned up and there's been no news coverage. It seems some force has suppressed this incident. Since Ms. Anderson's car appeared here, she might be in danger," someone explained.
They had to break the worst news to Alexander, who likely already knew it himself.
Alexander's face was ghostly pale, his lips colorless.
He stood up straight, clenched his fists, and his eyes burned with terrifying anger. "Keep searching. I must find her, even her body!"
He couldn't believe Ava was dead. He absolutely refused to believe it.
Why did Ava come here? What exactly happened? What did those people do to her?
Alexander couldn't bear to imagine the scene.
