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Chapter 71

Author: Owusuma
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-25 15:08:56

Xander called Tatiana endlessly, but each call went unanswered.

His thumb hovered over the redial button with his jaw tightening and his eyes darkening with every passing second.

The worry on his face was raw, a silent storm raging behind his cold exterior. Finally, he looked at David, his voice strained but low.

“Did you get through to the hospital she said she was going to?”

David, phone still pressed to his ear, sighed heavily before lowering it. “No record of her, Xander. I called Lynx Hospital. They said there’s no admission under her name. She hasn't been there.”

Xander’s expression hardened instantly. The vein on his temple throbbed as he stood abruptly, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. His features twisted with a rare vulnerability—his brows drawn deep, lips pressed so tightly they lost their color, and his chest rising in quick, uneven breaths.

Meanwhile, Derrick glanced down at Tatiana’s phone in his hand. The caller ID lit up with “Mr. Michele.”

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