2. Sara's despire

The road was empty, and the white car cruised along at a steady pace. Raindrops occasionally obscured the view through the windshield. Jack, the driver, glanced at Sara Owen through the rearview mirror and noticed her slouched in the back seat, staring out the window with red, swollen eyes. A wave of pity washed over Jack as he observed her.

Ever since Sara Owen moved into October Villa, Yohan Dixon's private residence, Jack had been her driver. He had witnessed her going through various challenging situations, but it was after her husband's kidnapping that he saw her suffer each day.

As they arrived back at Dixon Villa, Sara Owen entered the premises with a sense of hopelessness, her strength seemingly drained after stepping out of the car.

Yohan's aunt, Natalie, anxiously waiting for Sara Owen. As soon as she spotted Sara, she stood up.

"Sara," Natalie called out.

Sara lifted her gaze. Sensing that something was amiss, Natalie paused. Suddenly, Sara collapsed to the ground, her handbag slipping from her grasp.

"Oh my god, Sara!" Natalie hurried over to her.

Sara wept, covering her face with trembling hands. She was terrified because she didn't know where her husband was, and Kevin Johnson was her last hope.

Natalie embraced her tightly and assured, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

But Sara's grief was so overwhelming that it felt as if the walls of the Dixon villa were shaking.

"He'll return," Natalie reassured her. "Even if he's in danger, he'll find a way to overcome any obstacle and come back to you."

Sara Owen's screams echoed throughout the villa, filling the air. Natalie continued to comfort her, rubbing her back.

Suddenly, Natalie's son, Neel Dixon, entered the room.

"Mom, I'll handle her.”

Natalie nodded.

With a gentle touch, Neel Dixon guided Sara Owen to her bedroom. She stumbled onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow, and wept.

The next morning…

Natalie went to check on Sara Owen.

"Mom, Are you going to see her?" Neel Dixon approached Natalie.

"I'm so worried about her. I don't think she slept at all.”

"I checked on her this morning. She's still sleeping. If you wake her now, she'll just cry even more," Neel said, comforting her with his arm.

Tears welled up in Natalie's eyes.

"This sudden wave of grief has struck our family. Your father would have known how to handle these situations if he hadn't been paralyzed," she said.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll stay here and take care of everything," Neel promised.

Natalie nodded, still feeling uneasy. Neel led her to the dining room.

"His disappearance is causing the company's stocks to plummet. It's a mess."

Natalie wiped her tears and looked at Neel hopefully.

"But you can handle this, right? You're a grown man now. You can take charge of the company and keep it afloat."

Neel placed his hands on Natalie's shoulders. "Don't worry, Mom. I've got this. I'll take care of everything."

"But Ricky is the chairman. How can we make decisions without him?"

Neel gave her a confident smile.

"Listen, Mom. This company needs my help until he returns. Perhaps he knew this might happen and wanted me to step up in his absence."

Natalie's face brightened. "That's true. He has done so much for us. Now it's your time to shine and guide us through this mess."

Neel nodded firmly. "I won't let you down, Mom. I'll do everything in my power to keep this company strong."

After a few days...

Sara Owen's eyes were puffy from crying, and even the stars appeared to quiver as they witnessed her anguish. She stood near the window, embracing herself tightly, her eyes empty of tears and filled with a deep despair.

A knock on the door broke her reverie, and Neel Dixon cautiously entered the room. He had unfastened his coat and stepped inside.

“Hey Sara,” Neel said, patting her shoulder.

She jumped, hoping it was her husband's voice, but it was Neel.

“Oh, it's just you,” she was disappointed.

Neel noticed her sadness and tried to cheer her up.

“So, you finished your final exam today. How are you feeling?” he asked with a smile.

She raised her head and looked at him with her hopeful gaze.

Neel Dixon understood the situation. The woman had been asking the same question repeatedly over the past few days, and his responses always resulted in her tears. Shaking his head in disagreement, Neel Dixon observed as the woman turned her gaze towards the window.

The sky had gradually grown darker, and she could feel a weight pressing upon her chest.

"I'm doing all I can to locate Uncle, but I haven't had any luck yet. If I can't find him, you'll never forgive me."

Sara Owen hugged herself tightly.

"He is your elder brother, yet you call him uncle.”

“He has been my role model since childhood. I copied him in every respect so that I could be perfect like him. He used to call my father uncle, so I also started calling him uncle. And now I can't leave this habit, don't know why.”

“I wonder what he's eating and how he's sleeping now."

Tears welled up in Sara's eyes, "He's beaten all his enemies, but someone is still torturing him like this. I just want to hear that he's alive, so my heart can keep beating."

Neel looked at Sara with a mix of emotions, realizing that he couldn't comfort her and that she had lost all hope. Just as he was about to ask her something, there was a loud knock on the door from the housekeeper.

“Young master…”

…

Bruno's health took a sudden downturn, prompting his immediate transfer to Dixon Hospital. The doctors delivered the unexpected news that his condition had improved significantly, and he was no longer paralyzed.

The family's mournful expressions quickly transformed into expressions of relief upon hearing this positive update.

Bruno remained in the hospital for a few nights to ensure his stability before being discharged and taken to Dixon Villa.

Although he could now walk with the assistance of a cane, he no longer possessed the same strength and agility as before.

Additionally, the emotional impact of losing his nephew had taken a toll on his overall well-being.

One day…