Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 842

But Finnian was entirely oblivious to the stares. His mind was violently turning over strategies to retrieve the missing half of The Ivory Pill from Henry.

He hadn't slept a wink in days. He had dispatched wave after wave of operatives, staking out every single property and potential safe house under Henry's name.

But after days of turning the city upside down, he had found absolutely nothing.

The only piece of intelligence that surfaced was a bizarre anomaly.

His men reported that Henry had visited a high-end private hospital in Northampton the day before.

He had checked into the Reproductive Center.

The moment Finnian heard the report, a deafening ring echoed in his ears.

His father was in his fifties. Why the hell was he visiting a fertility clinic?

Was he trying to have another child?

The sheer absurdity of it struck Finnian like a physical blow, tearing away the final veil that obscured Henry's true nature.

His father was trying to secure an IVF heir to permanently cut him out of the picture.

From the day he was born, Finnian had been groomed as the golden heir. For decades, he had cleaned up Henry's messes, taken the heat for his mistakes, and endured his volatile temper.

He had accepted it all as his duty.

But now—

Finnian squeezed his eyes shut. When they snapped open, his dark gaze was devoid of any remaining warmth.

He was officially done playing the dutiful son.

Suddenly, the overhead speakers chimed, announcing a final boarding call.

Finnian blinked, snapping back to reality, and checked his watch.

He was only here because Evangeline had asked for a favor. She needed someone picked up from the airport.

Since it was a rare request from his sister, he hadn't hesitated.

Except...

She hadn't even told him if he was looking for a man or a woman.

How was he supposed to find them?

Just as Finnian pulled out his phone to call Evangeline, a figure crashed into his line of sight.

Amidst the chaotic sea of travelers, a woman in an oversized, light grey hoodie was walking toward the exit, her head down as she scrolled on her phone.

The massive hood was pulled up, hiding most of her face, leaving only the sharp curve of her jaw and a few stray hairs visible.

The baggy fabric entirely swallowed her frame, but it couldn't hide her long, slender legs or the worn canvas sneakers on her feet.

She was muttering something into the phone pressed to her ear.

Finnian went rigid.

It felt like a live wire had been shoved straight into his spine. His breath evaporated from his lungs.

Sienna?!

The woman he had spent the last six months hunting like a madman. The woman who had haunted every single one of his waking thoughts.

She was standing right in front of him, completely oblivious to his existence.

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