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    Ellie hesitated, her distrust of Erick apparent, but a sense of urgency lingered in her eyes.


    “Come on, I’ll drive you if it’s urgent,” Erick offered, more amiable than usual. “It’s your choice.”


    After a brief pause, Ellie got into the car.


    “To the Southern Nursing Home, please. Fast!”


    The Ferrari sped off, sending sprays of water on either side.


    “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Erick remarked, ncing at Ellie with a smile. “I thought the proud Miss Gordon wouldn’t ept a ride from me.”


    But in a situation like this, her pride was secondary to her grandmother’s safety.


    Ellie remained silent, looking out the window, her lips pressed tightly together. She didn’t want to engage in any conversation with Erick, fearing her words might inadvertently provoke him, which wouldn’t help her current predicament.


    Meanwhile, at the GT Group building…


    Bruce nudged Kaiden with a reminder. “Mr. Thorpe, the banquet is about to begin. It’s time to go.”


    Kaiden, still in the same clothes, asked, “Is Ellie done with her work?” Bruce realized Kaiden was waiting for his wife.


    He should have said it sooner!


    Bruce quickly reached out to his team, but his expression soon turned awkward and uneasy.


    Kaiden, growing impatient, pressed him. “Just tell me.”


    Bruce hesitated, then spoke, “They… They said…”


    “What’s the matter? Spit it out.”


    “They reported that Mrs. Thorpe left half an hour ago in… in Erick’s car.” A cold aura enveloped the room, making Bruce shiver as if winter had arrived.


    He didn’t need to look up to sense Kaiden’s displeasure.


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    The heavy rain and treacherous roads dyed Ellie’s journey to the Southern Nursing Home.


    Upon arrival, she found the nursing home’s manager in his office. When he called her earlier, his voice had been filled with anxiety, yet he hadn’t dispatched anyone to search for Cecelia.


    “Miss Gordon, the rain is too heavy. We have to consider our staff’s safety. We’ll wait for the storm to pass,” he said.


    Ellie was livid but knew this wasn’t the time for confrontation.


    If they wouldn’t search for Cecelia, she would.


    Soaked from the downpour, Ellie felt a sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of her wedding night—equally desperate and suffocating.


    As she searched, she stopped suddenly, her eyes fixed on a figure down the slope. “Grandma!”


    Therey Cecelia, drenched and motionless. A stream of blood flowed from her head, stark against the rain-soaked ground, shocking Ellie into stillness.


    At the hospital,


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