Chapter 14 Vincent returned to the mansion and sat in silence until dawn , holding the wedding photo of him and Hazel . His fingers brushed against her face in the frame again and again as tears slipped from his eyes . Two whole days had passed , yet the rescue team still hadn't found anything . Not a single trace . He realized the chances of finding Hazel alive were almost zero . He imagined Hazel struggling in the freezing waters of the ocean . While the yacht was brightly lit. Everyone lit up with laughter and champagne , drowning in luxury . But she could only watch herself sink to the bottom of the sea . How heartbroken must that be ? " I'm sorry , Hazel , I was so wrong ... " Vincent didn't dare dwell on it any further . He was overwhelmed by deep remorse . He could only numb himself with alcohol , drinking one glass after another until dawn . Finally , the table was covered with empty bottles and Vincent's stomach was churning . The body so carefully healed by Hazel was failing again . Vincent curled up on the ground in agony , muttering , " Hazel ... save me ." Through the haze , he thought he saw her - standing in a shaft of light , arms reaching for him . Even with the unbearable pain in his body , Vincent smiled faintly . He reached for her . But before his fingertips could meet hers , darkness swallowed him whole . When he woke up , he was lying on the hospital bed . The doctor's face was grim . " Mr. Clarke , your body can't take any more stress . You need to rest . " The deaths of Hazel and his mentor had left him hollowed out . It was a sadness he had never felt , even when he was abandoned and narrowly escaped death . Vincent nodded weakly , signaling the doctor to leave . He instinctively pulled out his phone to check for any news about Hazel , only to see his own haggard face reflected on the screen . In the past , Vincent had always been dignified , even after facing great setbacks . But now , his eyes were sunken , his jaw unshaven , his face gray with exhaustion . He barely recognized himself . Vincent gave a wry smile and sent a message to the search and rescue team , [ It's the While Ule Ceres 1/2 58.7 % 8:58 Wed , Oct 15 d last day . Still no trace of her ? ] 98 The reply came quickly , [ We've done everything we could , sir . We've searched the entire sea day and night for four days . We're sorry . ] The golden rescue window was only three days . After that , the chances of survival were almost zero . That meant Hazel was gone . Dead . Vincent clenched his fists and pounded them against the bed . " Get me discharged immediately . I'm going to find her myself ! " Ignoring his assistant's desperate pleas , he drove straight back to the coast . He searched until 3 a.m. , his eyes fixed on the endless sea . Staring at the shimmering ocean , Vincent thought he saw Hazel's face reflected in the waves . And then , impulsively , he leapt into the sea . He wanted to atone for his guilt towards Hazel with his own life ! At the critical moment , he was rescued by his assistant and the search and rescue team . " Mr. Clarke , please , don't do this . The company needs you ! " " Yes , Mr. Clarke . Your life matters . Don't let this become a suicidal thought ." Vincent , soaking wet , finally regained his consciousness . His expression faded . - After returning to his house , built four memorials in the garden - one for Hazel , one for Sadie , one for his father in - law , and one for himself . He also had no longer managed the company , instead confining himself to his mansion , never leaving . Gradually , rumors began to spread that the chairman of the Clarke Group had gone mad , overwhelmed by the loss of his beloved . Chapter 14