Henry had searched for hours, but by noon, he still hadn't seen Kayden.
Brian waited with a stormy expression, scaring everyone silent.
Arlo was almost in tears. "It's my fault! I didn't watch over Kayden. He's been gone so long. What if something happened?"
Brian pursed his lips tightly as worry began to creep in.
When Kayden ran off before, he always left clues.
The one time Kayden erased them was early this year when Estelle pushed him to marry Lydia.
Kayden had hidden in a suburban villa basement for a day and a night and ended up with a fever.
This time, there was not a single trace.
Brian felt his heart leap into his throat, and his vision suddenly went black again. He frowned harder.
Henry noticed it and asked, "Mr. Norman, is it your eyes again?"
"Leave me," Brian said, suppressing his anger. "Find Kayden first. My sight will come back soon."
His tone left no room for argument, so Henry sent the men out again.
But the blindness lasted far longer than usual this time.
An hour passed, and Brian still saw nothing.
Henry grew frantic. "Mr. Norman, let me take you to the hospital. You must have overworked your eyes!"
The Norman family was huge, and rivals circled them constantly—Brian never had a moment to relax. That made the condition worrying.
Brian stayed calm. "No. Mr. Foster arranged for a doctor to see me this afternoon, right? Call him and ask if the doctor can come earlier. Finding Kayden is still the top priority! Do not make me repeat myself!"
Henry had forgotten about the appointment. "The search is ongoing. I'll call the doctor right now!"
He dialed the number at once.
…
Back at Charlotte's place, lunch was ready.
Kayden raved about her cooking. "Ma'am, you're amazing! Your food tastes just like our chef's!"
Soup was his favourite, and the one she made tasted exactly like the chef's.
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