Seeing that Alaric wasn't blaming Ivy and was actually carrying her away, Sylvia lost her mind.
She stood there, practically shrieking.
"Alaric! She's the one who lost my daughter! Are you just going to leave? What about my baby?"
Alaric ignored her entirely.
He gently placed Ivy in the passenger seat and looked at her.
"Rest here. I'm calling in more teams. We'll find Stella."
He grabbed his phone from the console and stepped away to make a call.
Ivy sat in the car, her eyes swollen from crying.
Five hours had passed since Stella vanished, and her terror was turning into suffocating despair.
When Alaric finished his call, Ivy's voice trembled as she spoke to him.
"If we don't find Stella, I'll trade my life for hers."
Even though Sylvia was the one who caused this, Ivy knew she wasn't entirely blameless.
She was the one who had taken Stella out today. Her bleeding heart had foolishly allowed Stella to be alone with Sylvia.
In a way, she had indirectly caused the little girl's death.
She didn't have many people tying her to this world anyway.
If the child she loved so much was truly gone, she would never find peace. She might as well follow her to the grave.
Alaric stared at her, his voice tight. "Don't talk nonsense. I'm going to bring her back."
Without giving her a chance to argue, he headed back toward the spot where Stella had disappeared.
When he returned, the police officers sent to check the cameras arrived as well.
They reported that the area was a complete blind spot; the cameras had captured nothing.
Alaric's heart sank. Without footage, he couldn't prove whether Ivy or Sylvia was telling the truth.
But playing detective wasn't his priority—finding Stella was.




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