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    “Indeed.” Mack and Liza echoed her sentiment with eager nods.


    Meanwhile, tension thickened inside the hospital room. Annoyance twisted Moss’s features as he stared down at Alexa’s tear-streaked face. All he could see was age and desperation, made worse by the mess of tears. If it weren’t for their son, he’d cut ties with her for good.


    He could barely hide his impatience. “I’m still alive, you know. Crying at dawn? People might think you’re grieving for me already.”


    Alexa’s shoulders shook as she tried to catch her breath, her voice cracking with fear. “Balfour is missing! His phone’s off—no one can reach him!”


    Moss reeled, visibly stunned, his eyes fixed on Alexa in disbelief before he finally managed to speak again. “How can that be possible? He just got in touch with mest night and said…”


    He trailed off, ncing warily toward the door. Dropping his voice to a whisper, he asked, “Do you know what he was up tost night?”


    “I do. He told me he’d captured that wretched woman’s friend and was nning to lure her out and make her pay.” Alexa’s voice quivered, tears threatening to spill. “I didn’t think he’d suffer any real losses, so I didn’t call him again. But when I tried reaching him this morning, his phone was turned off…”


    She’d ced her trust in the dozen elite mercenaries Balfour had hired. Surely, they could’ve taken down Christina with ease. Yet, her chest tightened with dread—after that call yesterday, she hadn’t been able to reach Balfour again. Now, he had vanished without a trace.


    “Do you know where he wentst night? Did you go look for him?” Moss questioned grimly, unease creeping into his voice. He feared something terrible had happened to his son.


    “I did. I went looking, but he was nowhere to be found. The ce looked undisturbed, not even a drop of blood. Do you think he might’ve captured Christina and moved somewhere else?” Alexa still clung tightly to a thread of hope.<fn3bc6> This text is hosted at Find[?]ovel</fn3bc6>


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    The very mention of Christina made Alexa’s jaw tighten with revulsion. To her, Christina was the root of all this misery. Christina had turned her son into a broken, impotent man. Had it not been for Christina, things wouldn’t havee to this—her home wouldn’t have crumbled, and her husband wouldn’t have abandoned her.


    Alexa wasn’t fooled. Yes, Moss had once imed their divorce was a mere ploy to get Yvonne to deliver his children. But who could guarantee Yvonne wouldn’t stay for good after giving birth to the twins?


    Now, with Balfour missing and no clue of his whereabouts, Alexa saw her future falling apart. The more she dwelled on it, the more suffocated she felt—until the weight of it all broke her, and she burst into sobs.


    “That’s possible,” Moss murmured, clinging to what little hope remained.


    Even though Balfour couldn’t continue the family line, Moss still cared for him. Balfour was his son, after all, and he had once pinned expectations on him. “But… But why would his phone be off?” Alexa cried, her voice rising in panic. Her endless weeping grated on Moss’s nerves.


    “Enough with the crying!” he snapped. “Maybe his phone’s just dead. Go home and wait for news.”


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