Xavier’s mind went blank. “Has anyone been sent to search for them?”
“We’ve searched everywhere, but there’s no sign of them, sir.”
Xavier gripped his phone tightly. In that instant, all his hopes had been shattered. After hanging up, he calmly told the driver, “Step on it.” “Yes, sir.”
The driver hadn’t realized the gravity of the situation and was promptly ordered out of the car within a minute. Xavier took the wheel himself, flooring the gas pedal as if his life depended on it, racing toward Fortian Manor.
On the way, he called his bodyguards. “Find Yvette immediately. If you can’t find her, you might as well die!”
Although there were only 20 minutes left in the drive, the journey felt interminably long. He kept dialing Yvette’s number, but there was no answer each time. His eyes grew red.
Finally arriving at Fortian Manor, Xavier rushed inside. The nanny, trembling, handed him a letter and two blood test reports. The letter was written in elegant handwriting.
“Xavier, I would have left Tirion by the time you read this letter. Please don’t look for me. I beg you. We both know there’s no love between us, so why make each other miserable? You didn’t love me. For that, I don’t hate or blame you. I know I had gotten the wrong person.”
Gotten the wrong person? What did she mean by that?
Xavier’s hands trembled as he held the letter.
“Before I leave, I don’t want to be overshadowed anymore. Whether you believe it or not, I need to tell you the truth. I was the one who saved Tristan and Madam Shannon back then. If you don’t believe me, look at the blood test reports. One is mine, and the other is Daphne’s.
“If I’m not wrong, Madam Shannon’s blood type is O, like mine. Daphne’s blood type is A; she couldn’t have donated blood to your mother.”
Yvette had gone to great lengths to obtain Daphne’s blood test report.
“If you don’t believe the report I gave you, you can check for yourself. Here’s everything I wanted to say. Take care, and goodbye.”
The last word stung sharply.
Xavier didn’t look at the blood test
reports; he only wanted to find Yvette and ask why she had left again. He knew he hadn’t behaved like he had in the past.
Holding the letter, Xavier mobilized everyone to search for Yvette and went out himself as well. He didn’t sleep for an entire day.
In the early morning, the entire city
tirion was covered in snow. subordinates’ reports on the to
sat in his car, listening
his
phone.
“Viola Xenos, who was originally staying in Asnea, disappeared half a month ago. Ms. Snyder hasn’t returned to Asnea.”
Half a month ago.
It turned out that Yvette had been planning to leave since then.
Half a month ago, he had been thinking of spending a month with her and making her reluctant to leave him.
At that moment, his secretary called
to inform him that the transfer procedures for Snyder Residence
had been completed. Xavier said et
nothing and drove to Snyder Residence. This was the place he had first brought Yvette back to Dewberry Manor.
As he stepped out of the car, Mark held an umbrella for him. “Rest assured, Mr. Lane. We’ll find her.”
“You should rest.”
“And you, sir?” Mark asked, puzzled.
“I have something to take care of.”
Xavier was unusually calm, but this calmness was unsettling. After Mark left, Xavier stood alone in the snow.
In the morning, when Mark returned, he saw a large snowman outside Snyder Residence. Xavier was still there.
He stepped out and asked Mark, “Does it look nice? She used to love making snowmen. Isn’t it childish?”