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.

Even a tiny spark of hope would be enough for Ethan to hold onto life.

He quickly started to doubt again.

"That person had wanted Liv dead for so long. She finally got a chance this time. She isn't going to leave it up to chance."

Ethan had never st