Pierce sped through the city, driving like a madman until he reached the Landon family estate. When he walked through the door, Arthur was already asleep.
The housekeeper hurried over, surprised to see him so late. "Sir, what brings you back at this hour?"
"Where is my mother?"
"I'm not sure what's wrong with Mrs. Landon. She came home earlier acting completely out of it. She's just been sitting there holding a picture of your late father, crying non-stop."
Pierce took the stairs two at a time and pushed open Beatrice's bedroom door. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, clutching the photograph of his father. Her eyes were swollen red, staring blankly at the wall.
He walked up to her, his brow deeply furrowed. "Why are you sitting on the floor?"
Beatrice snapped out of her daze. Looking up at her son, her already raw eyes instantly brimmed with fresh tears.
"Pierce," she whimpered.
He had never seen his mother look like this before. She looked incredibly fragile, desperate for comfort, and completely devastated. It was as if there was something she desperately wanted to tell him, but the shame kept her silent. She just stared at him without saying a word.
"What happened?"
Hearing his question, the agonizing reality of being violated by a homeless man crashed over her again. To suffer such a disgusting, irreversible humiliation in her fifties—tears poured down her face.
She buried her face in her hands and broke down into violent sobs.
Pierce was about to ask again when his phone buzzed. It was Scott. "Mr. Landon, Mrs. Landon and Seraphina met at The Crimson Lounge last night. A waiter overheard them discussing kidnapping and ruining someone."
Beatrice's pupils dilated in pure shock. "What did you just say?"
Pierce refused to waste another word on her. He gave her one final look—a look filled with fathomless disappointment and quiet disgust. Then he turned and walked out, leaving her staring at his cold, unfeeling back.
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
Sebastian had finished managing the syndicate fallout and returned to Riley's room, only to find her bed empty. He strode to the nurses' station and demanded, "Where is the patient from Room 12?"
He had called Quinn, hoping she would keep a close eye on Riley while he handled business. Now they were both gone.
Where could they possibly have gone at this hour?

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