A faint trace of amusement blossomed deep within Quentin's dark eyes. "When the time comes, you'll see."
Madeline suddenly remembered something else. "Oh, right! I left some very important things in the hospital storage lockers, but they seem to have disappeared..."
"I took them."
Quentin replied calmly.
After pulling the security footage and tracking her movements, he pinpointed the exact locker she used and had his hackers bypass the system to retrieve everything in advance.
Quentin gestured for his subordinate to bring a secure bag over, then handed it to Madeline. "Here you go."
Madeline thanked him quickly and opened it to check. The urn with Margaret's cremains, the digital recorder, and her phone were all completely intact. She let out a massive sigh of relief.
"I want to find a beautiful island so my grandma can finally be laid to rest in peace. She never got to see the ocean her entire life, and I promised I would take her," Madeline murmured softly.
"I'll handle the arrangements," Quentin assured her.
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Meanwhile.
At the original Prescott family estate.
A sleek, elongated white luxury car rolled through the heavy iron gates under the cover of night.
Spotting the approaching vehicle, Donovan immediately rushed out to receive it.
He jogged alongside the car until it parked in the inner courtyard, immediately pulling the rear door open.
A tall, striking man stepped out.
He wore a crisp white dress shirt beneath an immaculate, snow-white suit jacket.
Paired with a black silk tie and perfectly tailored black trousers, his appearance was flawless.
His features were sharp, exuding a cold, high-IQ intensity.
Donovan instantly bowed in deference. "Silas! You've arrived! Eleanor is waiting inside! She's thrilled you're here."
Silas Hayden didn't look thrilled in the slightest.
He kept a tight, emotionless expression, saying nothing as he headed straight inside.
Silas's adoptive parents, two university professors, were not his biological parents.
The female professor had suffered reproductive damage from a lab accident years ago, leaving her unable to have children.
Later, entrusted by Eleanor, they raised Quincy Zale Prescott under a new identity, renaming him Silas Hayden.
There was even a signed jersey from his absolute favorite soccer superstar.
She had clearly gone to incredible lengths to curate these items just to win his favor.
Yet Silas merely spared them a single, fleeting glance before calmly shutting the boxes.
His placid, unreadable expression betrayed absolutely zero excitement.
He looked straight at her and asked, "Eleanor, did you touch Madeline?"
Eleanor froze, completely caught off guard. "What are you talking about?"
Silas had known Madeline was going in for a medical check-up.
But what he didn't expect was that when he tried reaching out later to ask about her results, Madeline went completely dark.
Unable to sit still, he worried she was intentionally ignoring him because she was annoyed by his romantic pursuit.
He tried calling her directly, only for the calls to ring out entirely unanswered.
Silas immediately sensed something had gone terribly wrong.
Especially since Madeline—who was normally a total workaholic—had vanished from the office for days.

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