Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 191: Isolated Island, Underground Dark River

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Isolated Island, Underground Dark River

That night, Wren Sutton had a dream about Adrian Lancaster.

The dream started out warm, filled with sweetness and happiness.

Adrian Lancaster was holding roses and a ring, down on one knee proposing to Wren Sutton.

In the background, a fireworks show exploded across the night sky, brilliant, magnificent, and wonderfully romantic.

"Wren, marry me. I vow to spend my life loving you, protecting you, and being faithful to you."

Wren Sutton’s heart skipped a beat. She took the roses from Adrian Lancaster’s hands and smiled shyly.

"I do."

Adrian Lancaster happily placed the ring on her finger and reverently kissed the back of her hand.

Then, he stood up, pulled Wren Sutton into a tight embrace, and kissed her tenderly under the watchful eyes of the moon and fireworks.

Wren Sutton slowly closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Adrian Lancaster’s neck and returned his kiss, clumsy but earnest.

A low, indulgent chuckle sounded by her ear. "Darling, you still haven’t learned how to kiss, hmm?"

Wren Sutton blushed and pushed him away, her tone playfully reproachful. "You’re laughing at me. No more kisses for you."

She turned to leave, but Adrian Lancaster wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind, coaxing her with sweet words.

"I was wrong. I shouldn’t have laughed at you. You can punish me however you want, just don’t leave me."

"Your punishment is sleeping on the couch tonight," Wren said.

"Darling, you’re so cruel," Adrian complained. "You know I can only fall asleep when I’m holding you. I’ll definitely have insomnia on the couch."

Wren laughed inwardly. ’If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll just laugh at me again next time.’

Adrian turned her around to face him, raising a hand as if taking an oath. "There absolutely won’t be a next time. Honey, have a heart. Don’t make me sleep on the couch tonight. I want to sleep in bed with you."

Wren’s heart softened. "Just this once."

Adrian promised, and they kissed again, unable to part.

Suddenly, the scene shattered, and everything went dark.

"Adrian Lancaster!" Wren Sutton called his name in a panic, searching all around for him. "Where are you?"

Aside from her own voice, the surrounding silence was terrifying.

A moment later, a faint light suddenly flashed before Wren Sutton’s eyes.

In the light, she saw Adrian Lancaster falling from a great height.

"Adrian Lancaster!" Wren Sutton screamed, her face pale. She wanted to save him but was powerless, and the despair froze her in place, unable to move an inch.

His fall didn’t end in a bottomless abyss, but in a sticky, ice-cold swamp.

Beneath the swamp was a pitch-black, bottomless pit. Adrian Lancaster was sucked into a whirlpool, shouting Wren Sutton’s name as he struggled.

The light grew a little brighter, allowing Wren Sutton to see more clearly. Adrian Lancaster seemed so close, yet he was somewhere she couldn’t reach.

The images were seared into her mind, frame by frame.

Adrian Lancaster was hanging upside down by thick vines next to a primitive altar. The torchlight revealed a gruesome wound on his shoulder blade.

A Wizard, wearing a feathered cloak and bearing a snake tattoo on his wrist, brutally shoved a paste of crushed, scarlet berries into his wound.

The moment the berries burst, Adrian Lancaster’s body convulsed violently, and an agonized sound was forced from his throat.

In the dream, Wren Sutton clapped a hand over her mouth as if suffocating, tears streaming down her face.

But she couldn’t get to Adrian Lancaster’s side; she could only watch helplessly as he was tortured like a captive.

She heard the Wizard say, "On the night of the full moon, the River God demands a living sacrifice."

Below the altar, the river churned violently, with pale white skeletons bobbing in the water.

What broke her heart the most was Adrian Lancaster’s final gaze.

He struggled to lift his head, his gaze piercing through the dream and straight into her eyes.

"Isolated island... underground river... N10..."

The unfinished coordinates were cut short.

Wren Sutton’s vision was covered by thick, scarlet blood, and a bitter, cold wind howled in her ears.

"Adrian Lancaster!"

Wren Sutton jolted awake from the suffocating nightmare. Her eyes flew open, her chest heaving violently, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, and her forehead slick with cold sweat.

She sat up in bed and turned on the bedside lamp. The clock read 4:30 a.m.

The images from the dream felt so real they terrified her. Shaking, she rushed into the bathroom and repeatedly splashed her face with water.

Her reflection in the mirror was deathly pale, her pupils still seeming to reflect the afterimage of the altar’s bonfire and Adrian Lancaster’s last gaze.

Wren Sutton gasped for breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but it was no use.

The night felt like gauze soaked in ice water, wrapping around her so tightly she couldn’t breathe. The images remained seared in her mind, even as the sky began to lighten at dawn.

The images from the dream grew clearer and clearer, and Wren Sutton, unable to bear it any longer, finally called Lucia Lancaster.

Lucia Lancaster was woken by the call and was about to get angry, but when she saw it was her sister-in-law, she was instantly wide awake, all her morning crankiness gone.

’She wouldn’t be calling this early unless something was wrong.’

"Hello, Wren? What’s wrong? Did that Ms. Dawson come bother you again?"

"Lucia, I dreamt about your brother," Wren Sutton said, her voice choked with sobs. "Something terrible happened in the dream, and the more I think about it, the more scared I get. My heart is racing and I can’t calm down. It felt so real."

Lucia Lancaster’s heart began to race as well. "Wren, tell me everything. What happened to my brother in the dream?"

Wren Sutton hadn’t forgotten a single scene, and she recounted everything.

After Lucia Lancaster heard the whole story, she was covered in a cold sweat.

Somehow, she felt this was no ordinary dream.

"Wren, this dream might be a sign from heaven. My brother is crying out for our help."

Wren Sutton’s heart suddenly clenched. "If it really is a sign, what do we do now?"

"I’ll tell my dad right away. I’ll have him narrow down the search area based on the keywords and landmarks from your dream."

"Okay. Let me know as soon as you have any news," Wren Sutton said expectantly.

"I will."

...

「The Lancaster Residence, Study.」

After Lucia Lancaster finished relaying the story, Theodore Lancaster’s expression grew even more grave, his brow clouded with a frosty chill.

He ground his back teeth and viciously stubbed out his cigar.

Lifting his head, he stared with sharp eyes at the archipelago circled in red on the massive electronic screen.

Ever since Adrian Lancaster’s plane crash, the Lancaster family had not stopped the search and rescue efforts.

Even though the official response had been cautious, Theodore Lancaster still hadn’t given up.

Alive, he wanted to see the man. Dead, he wanted to see the body.

As long as no body was found, he refused to believe his son was dead.

Until now, the professional search and rescue teams sent by the Lancaster family had been fixated on searching the bottomless abyss near the crash site.

Now, based on Wren Sutton’s dream, Theodore Lancaster quickly adjusted the search plan.

"Prioritize the investigation of isolated islands with primitive tribes, swamps, karst caves, and underground rivers. Especially areas that still practice full-moon sacrifices to the River God."