The door to the study was wide open. The bedroom was completely empty.
The lights in the villa were blazing, but all you could hear were Belinda’s footsteps and her voice echoing through the halls as she called out over and over. No matter how many questions she asked, no one replied. Not a single explanation came, no matter how sharply she demanded one.
After a while, a chilling thought hit her. Lance wasn’t home.
She snatched up her phone and dialed Aaron.
“Aaron, where’s Lance?”
Aaron answered, cool and calm. “Belinda, Lance should be getting on his flight right about now.”
Belinda glanced at the clock. Five in the morning. The anger inside her burned even hotter. “Where is he going?”
“Eldervale. There’s some kind of emergency.”
Belinda felt dizzy, her anger spilling over. “This is insane. Nothing is more important than the wedding. Call the airport, stop that plane, do not let him leave!”
Aaron fell silent.
Whether he even could help, it was clear he definitely wouldn’t dare.
Belinda’s head buzzed. She sat down on the bed, gripping the headboard with one hand. Her eyes drifted to the nightstand, where a medical report sat, partly hidden under a stack of papers.
All that rage and all those harsh words froze in her throat.
She forgot how to breathe for a second. She picked up the report, read through it once, then again, eyes going wide as the words sank in.
“Belinda, I’m sorry, I—”
She didn’t let him finish. The call cut off.
Belinda stared at the report, reading it line by line, not missing a single word.

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