"No. And you don't need to keep messaging me to tell me how to do my job. I know exactly what I'm doing. Just stay there and wait for my call, understood?"
Ivy heard the sharp edge in his tone. He was annoyed by her constant messaging.
He was losing patience.
But she was terrified for Stella; asking was her only lifeline.
She couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
"Are you still blaming me?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Alaric was, in fact, blaming her.
He blamed her for handing the child over to Sylvia, and for not calling him the second she saw Sylvia approach.
Stella had been missing for two hours before Ivy finally called him.
If she had called sooner, they could have mobilized faster and locked down the area. The chances of finding her would have skyrocketed.
But Ivy had delayed.
It had been a full day and night now, and still nothing.
Alaric knew the window for finding her alive was rapidly slamming shut.
His only remaining hope was that Sylvia had indeed kidnapped the child to extort him for something.
Yet, when he interrogated Sylvia today, she gave him nothing but hysterical tears.
She hadn't slipped up once.
Met with Alaric's heavy silence on the line, Ivy knew her answer.
He absolutely blamed her.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, drowning in guilt.
Alaric opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly his hotel suite door burst open.
Sylvia rushed in, tears streaming down her face, screaming hysterically.
"Alaric! I just dreamt about my Stella! Is she hiding in here? Please, just let me see her!"
Alaric gritted his teeth, knowing Sylvia was about to start playing the hysterical victim again.
He spoke quickly into the phone.
"Something came up. I have to go."
Before Ivy could say another word, the call dropped.



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