Chapter 440 Nowhere to Be Found


    Jean froze for a moment, then quickly followed after Winston.


    He was walking so fast, she had to half–jog to keep up.


    As she trailed behind him, her brows began to furrow.


    <i>Winston </i>and Dalton had been <i>close </i>once, right<i>? </i>


    So why didn’t he know <i>where </i><i>Dalton’s </i><i>family </i><i>lived</i><i>? </i>


    Did that mean <i>Winston </i><i>only </i><i>knew </i><i>about </i><i>this </i><i>one </i><i>house</i>? <i>He </i><i>didn’t </i><i>know </i><i>anything </i>else?


    Were <i>they </i><i>just </i>superficial friends? Or… <i>was </i><i>Dalton’s </i><i>background </i>simply <i>that </i>mysterious<i>? </i>


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    Jean narrowed her eyes slightly, as if something had just urred to her. Her expression darkened.


    By then, Winston had already reached the vi gate.


    Jean stopped specting and hurried after him.


    The housekeeper answered the door once more, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “You two came back?”


    “Where is Dalton now?” Winston asked bluntly, wasting no time.


    His voice was cool and even, but the urgency in his tone bled through all the same.


    “Could you give me the address? I’d like to visit him myself.” His gaze burned into the woman, his stance unwavering–he wouldn’t leave without an answer.


    “This…” The housekeeper hesitated, licking her lips, clearly uneasy.


    Jean frowned in confusion.


    <i>Don’t </i><i>tell </i><i>me </i><i>Dalton’s </i><i>home </i><i>address </i><i>is </i><i>ssified </i><i>too</i><i>? </i>


    <i>Seriously</i><i>? </i>


    “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” the woman said atst, visibly struggling, “it’s just that—”


    “I don’t know.”


    Jean blinked, stunned. Even Winston didn’t look surprised at that.


    “I only look after Mr. Dalton while he’s staying here,” the housekeeper exined early. “I don’t know where his real home is. He never told me, and I’ve never been there.”


    Jean finally exhaled and let herself calm down.


    So this house was where Dalton <i>usually </i>stayed, but it wasn’t his <i>real </i>home–it was just another one of his properties.


    <i>Figures</i><i>. </i><i>Guy’s </i><i>probably </i><i>a </i><i>loaded </i><i>mystery </i>rich kid. No <i>one </i><i>even </i><i>knows </i><i>where </i><i>his </i>actual <i>family </i><i>lives</i><i>… </i>


    Every word of that internal monologue transmitted loud and clear into Winston’s mind.


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    Chapter 440 Nowhere to Be Found


    He lowered his eyes.


    Of course he’d already thought of all that.


    He just never cared to ask before. Never felt the need to investigate.


    And now?


    Now he wanted to find him, but he had nowhere to start.


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    The housekeeper nced at Winston, watching the way his head dipped low and his expression dimmed. and her heart softened.


    “I may not know where Mr. Dalton is,” she said gently, “but I do have the number of the house’s head butler.”


    Winston’s head snapped up at once.


    Jean’s eyes lit up too.


    There was still a chance!


    “Then please–would you mind calling him for me?” Winston’s voice rang with unwavering resolve.


    The housekeeper nodded and led them back into the foyer.


    She fetched her phone, dialed a number, and ced the call right in front of them.


    The line connected quickly.


    “Sir, it’s me,” she said calmly. “How is Mr. Dalton doing? There are two young people here, close friends of his–they’re very worried and wanted to check on him…”


    She paused to listen, the line on her forehead softening as the voice on the other end spoke.


    “You’re saying his condition has stabilized?” Her eyes brightened with relief, and she nced <i>at </i>Winston and Jean as if to pass the good news along.


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