Chapter 332 Falling into the Sea
Clara flipped over and plunged straight down, a massive splash erupting on the ocean's surface.
Charles and the group barely had time to react. By the time they rushed to the railing, all they could see were ripples on the water.
His pupils dilated rapidly, and his heart seemed to stop beating.
He frantically tried to jump in after her, but someone grabbed him.
"Let me go!"
"Mr. Percy, calm down! You can't get hurt!"
Nolan held him back, turning to shout orders, "Get help, now!"
The deck erupted into chaos.
The icy seawater enveloped the two of them, the suffocating sensation like an invisible hand gripping their throats.
Clara's vision blurred, and she regretted her decision the moment she jumped.
Fear and despair filled her heart as she desperately clung to Diana, struggling wildly.
She couldn't swim.
But at that moment, Diana shed her previous frail demeanor. She pried Clara's hands off and kicked her away.
Clara's eyes widened, but the salty seawater stung them painfully. A stream of bubbles escaped her mouth. Her limbs flailed weakly before she went completely still.
The winter night's sea breeze was especially cold as one rescue boat after another returned to the ship with divers.
When the last diver dragged someone onto the deck, everyone's eyes were on them.
Nolan and Charles rushed over, only to see Clara, her face pale and eyes closed.
A nearby rescuer spoke up, "We only found this one. She's already dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hand grabbed his collar, "What about the other one? Where is she?"
The rescuer paled as he recognized the man in front of him.
"Mr. Percy, we've searched everywhere. This is open sea, and there are great white sharks around. They jumped together, and this one is dead. The other one is likely..."
"Likely what? Say it!"
Charles' presence grew more menacing, terrifying the rescuer.
Under the pressure, the rescuer shouted, "She's probably dead too."
Everyone's faces changed at his words.
They all knew the rescuer was right.
In such a complex environment, even professional rescuers needed specialized equipment to return safely, let alone Diana, who had just had a miscarriage.
But even so, no one dared to speak the truth.
Who could have imagined that in just a few hours, two people would die on the ship?
Now the culprit was dead too, and Charles had nowhere to vent his anger.
He shoved the rescuer away, his expression cold, "Keep searching! I want to see her alive or find her body!"
The sun rose over the horizon, the first rays of light piercing through the clouds onto the deck.
Rescue boats went out one after another, expanding the search area each time.
No one on the deck dared to leave, praying for good news.
During this time, Charles ignored Nolan's pleas and went into the water several times, but each time he came back empty-handed.
He couldn't find her.
This time, he really couldn't find her.
It felt like a knife had carved a hole in his heart, his blood freezing like the cold air around him.
Charles rested briefly on the deck, then turned to go back into the water.
Nolan quickly grabbed him, "Mr. Percy! You can't go back in. Even if you fire me today, I can't let you take this risk!"
"Move!" Charles' face was blank, his eyes bloodshot from repeated dives.
Nolan stood his ground.
"I said move! Don't you get it? Move!"
Charles grabbed his collar, raising his fist to strike.
Nolan closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, "Even if you kill me, I won't let you!"
Charles stared at him, his fist clenched but unable to strike.
"Mr. Percy!"
Someone ran over urgently, shouting before they even reached them, "We found her! We found her!"
Charles released Nolan and turned to the other side of the deck.
A crowd had gathered there, their expressions changing as he approached, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
On the deck lay a stretcher covered with a white cloth.
Charles' steps faltered, a sense of dread filling him, making it hard to breathe.
Someone beside him whispered, "My condolences."
His feet felt like they were weighed down with lead, unable to move.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit him, and Billy, eyes red with rage, punched him hard in the face.
Already exhausted, Charles couldn't react in time. Billy's punch, full of force, knocked him to the ground, and more punches rained down on his head and face.
Charles could only curl up, using his arms to shield himself.
Vance, seeing this, felt a surge of unease and quickly called for help to pull Billy away.
Billy, restrained, glared with uncharacteristic malice, still shouting, "Charles! You bastard! Is this how you take care of her? Now Diana's dead! Are you happy?"
Charles, breathing heavily, seemed to wake from a nightmare, "What did you say?"
"Don't play dumb! Can't you understand? The body's right there. How long are you going to keep pretending? Let me go! I want to kill him!"
Billy struggled, desperate to get at Charles.
Vance quickly slapped him, ordering others to take him away.
He stepped forward to apologize, "Sorry, Mr. Percy. Billy's too emotional. I'll deal with him later."
He paused, his eyes falling on the white cloth, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't express.
He could only whisper, "My condolences."
"Bullshit! She's not dead! How could she be dead?" Charles suddenly roared, pushing Vance away.
"Mr. Richardson!"
The crowd gasped. If not for someone catching him, Vance might have been hurt.
"It's fine. Mr. Percy didn't mean it. I'm okay. Just keep an eye on him, don't let him do anything rash."
Vance steadied himself, trying to calm the situation, appearing magnanimous.
Charles couldn't hear anything, his eyes fixed on the white cloth.
He slowly got up, stumbling, and knelt by the stretcher.
Once proud and untouchable, Charles was now utterly defeated, but he didn't care about appearances. His hands trembled as he reached for the cloth.
As he pulled it back, the sight of the body in the red dress, now unrecognizable, lying lifelessly like a broken doll, made everyone turn pale.
Though they knew she was dead, seeing the body was a different kind of shock.
Some, too scared, began to retch but covered their mouths and fled, fearing Charles' wrath.
The deck fell silent. After a moment, someone whispered, "My condolences."
More words of comfort reached Charles' ears, but they had no effect, only reminding him over and over again that Diana was truly gone.
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