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    “Sorry means nothing!” Hadley seized his cor, her bloodshot eyes wild with anguish. “Give me back my Joy! Bring her back!”


    Her voice broke into a wail as her strength faltered, her vision blurring. She swayed, her body giving way.


    “Hadley!” Eric caught her as she slumped, his arms steady around her.


    “Calm down. You need to rest…”


    He eased her onto the sofa, guiding her to lie down.


    Her head spun, the world tilting, and she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze.


    Eric watched her, his heart aching at her pallor. His fists clenched tightly, nails biting into his palms.<fn373f> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fn373f>


    Time crawled by, each second stretching into an eternity.


    For the two parents, every moment was a torment, a silent scream of fear and hope.


    Eric rose, intending to fetch a nket to ward off the chill that might settle over Hadley as shey there, vulnerable.


    But the moment he moved, Hadley’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert.


    “Where are you going? Is there news about Joy?”


    Eric’s brow creased, a helpless shake of his head. “I was just getting a nket for you.”


    Hadley stared, uprehending, her gaze locked on him. “Why are you still here?”


    She surged upright, her hands shoving him toward the door.


    “Don’t stay here! Go find Joy! Now!”


    “Hadley…”


    Eric’s heart twisted, Hadley’s fragile state unraveling before him. In mere hours, her spirit teetered on the edge of copse.


    He couldn’t let her spiral further.


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    In a swift, decisive motion, he raised his hand and delivered a precise strike to the back of her neck.


    Hadley’s eyes rolled to the back of her head before her lids fluttered shut, her body going limp.


    Eric caught her gently, cradling her as he carried her to the bedroom. Heid her on the bed, drawing the nket over her with care, tucking it around her still form.


    He lingered, holding her hand, his gaze tracing her pale, tear-stained face. Then, with a heavy heart, he stepped out of the room.


    Facing her now felt unbearable—her pain mirrored his own dread. If anything happened to Joy, he knew neither he nor Hadley could ever recover.


    His phone buzzed, shattering the silence.


    It was Phillips.


    Eric answered in an instant. “Hello?”


    “Mr. Scott,” Phillips said, his voice grim, “the car that took Joy had fake tes. We’ve lost its trail.”


    Eric’s jaw tightened, his expression stormy as Phillips delivered the grim update. His teeth ground together, a flicker of fury in his eyes.


    “Then find the car!” he snapped. “Check every single one!”


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