Chapter 63
After delivering those cutting words, Damon left the room, leaving Shane staring blankly at the empty screen.
He returned to his room, feeling drained, and called Devon.
“Mr. Lundberg, I’ve found some leads about Mrs Lundberg’s situation,” Devon said.
“Speak!”
“It turns out Mrs. Lundberg wasn’t lying when she said she went to find you during the earthquake. She really did try to reach you but encountered a storm at sea.
“Later, Mr. Damon rescued her and brought her safely ashore. I also looked into the shipwreck -hundreds of people died, and it made quite a stir at the time.”
Devon’s words were like salt on Shane’s wounds.
“Why didn’t you find this out earlier?” Shane roared.
Devon’s voice shrank to a murmur, but I heard it clearly. “Well… back then, Ms. Amber’s word was taken as fact, and you didn’t ask me to investigate.”
Shane hung up and tossed his phone aside. Lying on his back on the bed, he stared at the ceiling, looking utterly defeated.
Perhaps he realized he had no right to blame Devon.
The assistant wasn’t wrong. From the very beginning, Shane hadn’t intended to believe mel Why would he have anyone look into it?
The day had left Shane emotionally exhausted. He looked like a wilted flower, murmuring, Ally, I was wrong. Please come back.”
A sudden thunderclap filled the sky. Shane bolted upright in bed, startled. The sliding door to the balcony had been left partially open, and a gust of wind swept in, carrying raindrops that sent the curtains billowing.
He got up to close the door but was drenched by the cold rain.
The icy droplets only made his unease worse. Sitting on the carpet with his back against the bed, he absentmindedly turned a string of prayer beads in his hands.
It was strange–since he had started wearing those beads, his nightmares had stopped entirely. The beads had become his sole source of solace.
The faster he turned the beads, the more restless he seemed. Meanwhile, I sat coldly on the bed, watching him.
Chapter 63
If he knew these beats contained my ashes, I wondered what expression he would have.
As his anxiety mounted, he began making call after call.
“Whatever it takes, I must find Allison!”
“Name your price–1 just want to find my wife as soon as possible.”
“Even if you have to search every inch of the earth, bring Allison to me!”
Shane started spending sleepless nights waiting for news about me.
The next morning, someone brought him an update.
“Have you found my wife?” Shane asked, his voice hoarse and dark circles visible under his
eyes.
“Not yet, Mr. Lundberg. We’ve been tracking all recent activity related to Mrs. Lundberg. Her phone has been offline since that night. We tried to locate the last signal, which came from…”
“Where?”
“Riverside.”
Shane clutched his chest, clearly recalling the desperate phone call I had made to him that night.
“And then?‘
“Since that night, Mrs. Lundberg hasn’t logged into any social media accounts, made any payments, or booked flights or hotels. In other words…”
The man hesitated, glancing at Shane’s expression before carefully continuing, “Based on the information we’ve gathered, there’s a high probability that Mrs. Lundberg has met with misfortune.”
