On the other side, Ethan had escorted Victoria to a safe clearing outside. Only after confirming she wasn't seriously hurt did he let out a breath.
But before he could even catch it, the scene in the banquet hall came flooding back.
Unease coiled around his heart like vines, tightening. The more he thought, the more panicked he became.
Like something important was slipping through his fingers.
"No. I'm going to find her."
He stood abruptly. Victoria grabbed his sleeve. "Ethan, my stomach hurts—maybe the earthquake scared the baby. It feels awful…"
Before, he would've checked on her immediately. Now, he shook her off. "Have an assistant take you to the hospital. I have something to do."
He turned and ran toward the mansion without waiting for her response.
He burst into the banquet hall, shouting my name. "Alex! Alex!"
Only the wreckage answered.
He grabbed a servant cleaning up the mess. "Where is Alex Simmons?"
The servant flinched. "Miss Ye left with the chairman's bodyguards… She said she and the Gilbert family don't owe each other anything anymore."
"Left…?"
His pupils contracted. Panic crashed over him like a wave.
