“Daniel, it’s not your fault. Compared to a highborn lady like Chloe Miller, anyone in your place would’ve made the same choice…”
Daniel shook his head, about to reply—
but just then, his assistant rushed over in a panic.
“Mr. Reed, Emily Carter may… already be dead.”
Daniel’s head snapped up. “What did you just say?”
“I checked the hospital records. More than two months ago, her Social Security record was terminated.”
The assistant spoke gravely.
“In the United States, there are only two possibilities. One, the person left the country and their record was closed.”
“The second reason is that the person has died.”
Daniel’s face darkened instantly. For the first time, he realized my disappearance was not simple at all.
“No… I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”
With a sudden crack, the glass in his hand shattered. He grabbed his coat and bolted for the door.
Alarmed, his friend shouted as he chased after him:
“Daniel, where are you going? Don’t do anything reckless!”
But under the haze of alcohol, Daniel—usually calm and restrained—lost all reason.
Ignoring the façade of cordiality between the two families, he stormed into the Brooks residence and landed a solid punch on Ryan Brooks’s face.