Chapter 66.

The hospital corridor felt eerily quiet that night. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft footsteps of a few nurses echoed down the long hallway. In front of the NICU room, Vicktor sat hunched over, his fingers tapping aimlessly against his knees. It was almost eleven at night, yet Lucy still hadn’t returned.

He had tried calling his wife countless times, but the result was always the same—her phone was turned off.

“Lucy… where did you go?” he muttered under his breath, staring blankly at the phone in his hand.

Earlier, he had even called one of the maids at home, hoping Lucy had gone back to rest. But the answer he received only tightened the knot in his chest—Lucy wasn’t home. No one knew where she had gone.

Across from him, Amora sat silently, occasionally glancing at Vicktor, who looked visibly restless. There was something in his expression that made her heart beat faster—a genuine worry, one she had once known so well when they were still together. Yet that fee