That night, out in the desolate countryside, there was no one around to save her.
Even if someone had heard her screams, they wouldn't have dared step outside, terrified the attackers were still lurking nearby.
Relying entirely on sheer willpower, she spent the entire night dragging herself to the main road before a passing driver finally spotted her and rushed her to the hospital.
When he saw her in the ER, covered in filth and blood, Silas had barely recognized her.
Silas squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the horrific image from his mind.
Seraphina asked, "Silas, why aren't you eating?"
Silas felt a suffocating tightness in his chest. "I found out who was behind your abduction."
Seraphina froze.
She had been grabbed right as she was getting off work, just blocks away from the Prescott estate.
Pierce had been right—the area around the villa was incredibly isolated, especially at night.
After being dragged into a car, she had been driven down backroads to a remote village with zero security cameras. The vehicle was a rental, later found abandoned in a field.
The person who rented the car was a local thug. He claimed a stranger paid him a lump sum just to secure the vehicle. He had no idea who the man was or what his name was.
The trail had gone completely cold for two months. They hadn't been able to find the mastermind.
Silas said, "It points to Caspian Quincy, an executive at the Harlow Group. Do you know him?"
Seraphina shook her head.
She was a doctor. She ran in completely different circles and had no way of crossing paths with corporate executives.
Silas asked, "Think carefully. Have you had any patients connected to the Quincy family? Specifically, any cases that ended in a fatality?"
Seraphina understood what he was getting at.
Doctor-patient relationships were notoriously tense. Patients and their families often lacked medical knowledge and relied purely on emotional logic.

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