But the reality was, as soon as the incident five years ago was mentioned, as soon as Genevieve was involved, he would stand against her.
How ironic.
What was even more laughable was that for a fleeting moment, she had actually dared to hope he would believe her.
Victoria laughed coldly. “You don’t have to say it. I already know the answer.”
Seeing the mocking smile on her lips, Elias felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a dagger had been brutally stabbed into him. The fear of losing her washed over him again like a tidal wave.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, trying to find the right words to explain, but his lips opened and closed without a sound.
After a long moment, he finally said in a low voice, “Victoria, Hawk has already sent people to check the security footage. We’ll have results soon. Please, calm down.”
“Calm down again!”
Victoria reacted as if she’d heard the world’s biggest joke. She pointed a trembling finger at Genevieve cowering on the floor, her words laced with anguish. “At the funeral, when I said Genevieve was the one who killed Grady, you told me to calm down. Now, my father is missing from the ICU, and the only person who would want him dead is her!”
“I know she’s the one who took him, that she wants to see him dead, and you’re still telling me to calm down?”
“Elias, tell me, how am I supposed to calm down?!”
Victoria’s eyes were red, each word seeming to be squeezed from the depths of her soul, filled with endless pain and grief. As she finished, tears finally broke free, streaming down her face.
Elias was taken aback. He instinctively raised a hand to wipe her tears away, but Victoria turned her head, dodging his touch. She wiped them away herself, then gripped the knife tightly, and said through gritted teeth, “Elias, if anything happens to my father, I don’t care who stands in my way. I will kill Genevieve and make her pay with her life!”
With that, Victoria’s gaze snapped back to Genevieve.
Genevieve trembled, shaking her head at Elias while crying and denying everything. “It wasn’t me, Elias, you have to believe me! I didn’t take Garnett! I’ve been in the hospital the whole time, there’s no way I could have taken him! Elias…”
Her wrist was still in Elias’s grip. She struggled a few times, suppressing her fury, and growled, “Let go!”
Elias paused for a moment. Instead of letting go, his grip tightened. He tried to soften his tone. “Victoria, I can vouch for Genevieve. She really has been in the hospital and hasn’t left. The nurse was in her room watching her all last night.”
“She can’t be the one who took your father.”
Victoria looked at him, the irony thick in the air. At Grady’s funeral not long ago, Elias had sworn to her with the same conviction that Genevieve could not possibly be the killer.
At the same time, two anonymous text messages appeared on Victoria’s phone. The first was an address—the exact location of the abandoned chemical plant Hawk had just mentioned.
The second message was short and to the point.
[If you want to save your father, come alone. Don’t try anything funny, or you’ll only see his corpse.]
Victoria’s face went white. She spun around and was about to rush out of the room.
Elias grabbed her arm. “Victoria, calm down. We’ll go together.”
Victoria shook him off, her voice cold and full of disappointment. “There’s no need. I can save my father myself.”
With that, she left without a backward glance.
Elias’s brow furrowed tightly. He was about to chase after her, but Genevieve, who had been collapsed on the floor, suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm. “Elias, don’t go, I…”
Before she could finish, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into his arms.

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Please Give us a breather. Too much violence....