At first glance, his tone sounded calm.
But Ian, having been by his side for so many years, easily detected the abnormality.
When had his boss ever spoken with such uncertainty?
In Ian's eyes, Rowan had always been decisive and fiercely resolute.
Ian's heart felt heavy, and for a moment, he couldn't find the right words.
He wanted to say that Elissa had been brilliant since childhood—if she could survive the old Murphy witch, she could easily survive this. She would definitely make it out safely.
But right now, he didn't even know where she was.
Her phone had remained completely unreachable.
It was obvious she was in grave danger.
In the driver's seat, Evan gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, the pedal practically pushed to the floor as they wove through traffic at breakneck speeds.
Every second they saved increased the chances of Elissa coming home safe.
When they arrived at Atwater Manor, a maid answered the door. Seeing Rowan's chillingly dark expression, she flinched in fright. "Mr. Murphy, are you looking for..."
Rowan swept a dark glance over the courtyard. "Is Frank here?"
"He is."
Rowan's gaze sharpened into an interrogation. "When did he get back?"
The maid thought for a moment. "Probably at least half an hour ago?"
Saying this, she stepped back to let them in. "Please come in."
"If you want to see the Young Master, I have to inform the Old Madam first."
As she spoke, they had already entered the reception hall, and the maid hurriedly moved toward the stairs.
Rowan stopped her. "I can't see him without Old Mrs. Atwater's permission?"
"...Probably not."
The maid glossed over the specifics. "Our Young Master has been in the Family Chapel ever since he returned."


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