Semua Bab The Anniversary He Forgot: Bab 21 - Bab 30

​The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed through the hospital room.​Alex sat beside Javier's bed, his fingers still wrapped around hers. He hadn't moved in over an hour, afraid that if he looked away, she would disappear again.​Javier slowly opened her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and the first person she saw was Alex. Leaning forward in his chair, he had fallen asleep while still holding her hand.​For a long moment, she simply watched him.​His suit was stained with rain and blood, a bandage covered the cut on his forehead, and his usually neat hair was a complete mess. He looked utterly exhausted. Javier had never seen him like this before.​She gently tried to move her hand, and Alex's eyes flew open immediately.​"Javier." Relief flooded his face. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"​A faint smile appeared on her lips. "I should be asking you that." She slowly lifted her free hand toward his forehead. "You're hurt."​Alex gave her a soft smile. "It's just a scratch. I'm f

​The explosion rocked the entire street.​BOOM!​Concrete rained down, sealing the tunnel entrance beneath tons of rubble.​Alex slammed on the brakes as the airbag burst open in front of him. Smoke quickly filled the road. He shoved the airbag aside, threw open the door, and jumped out of the car.​"Dad!" His desperate cry echoed toward the collapsed tunnel, but there was no response.​Inspector David Cole rushed over. "Alex! Stay back!"​Before Alex could reach the entrance, another section of concrete gave way, crashing onto the pile of debris. A thick cloud of dust billowed into the air.​Ignoring the danger, Alex charged toward the rubble. "They're in there!" he shouted. "We have to move this!"​He grabbed a massive slab of broken concrete with both hands and strained with all his strength, but it refused to budge.​More officers arrived within seconds. David seized Alex by the shoulders. "Listen to me!"​Alex violently shoved him away. "My father is in there!"​David raised his

​Alex couldn't take his eyes off the enhanced image on the screen as his heart pounded violently against his chest.​The face staring back at him belonged to Victor Grant, the Senior Board Director of Swan Group, his late father's oldest and most loyal executive who had watched Alex grow from a boy into a man.​A heavy silence settled over the room before Inspector David Cole finally asked, "Are you certain it's him?"​Without taking his eyes off the image, Alex nodded and replied, "I've known him my entire life—he helped my father build Swan Group from the ground up."​David folded his arms, his expression turning grim as he noted, "Then he's had twenty-six years to erase every trace of what happened."​Alex slowly clenched his fists and declared, "We're going back to Swan Group."​At that very moment, Victor Grant sat comfortably inside his luxurious office at Swan Group Headquarters, calmly pouring himself a cup of coffee as though nothing unusual was happening.​When his assistant

​The Parking Lot Departure​Silence hung over the hospital parking lot as Alex stared at the paused surveillance footage on the tablet screen. His heart skipped a beat. The woman in the video was Margaret Cole—his late mother's personal assistant—whom everyone believed had vanished more than twenty years ago. Yet there she was, calmly getting into Victor Grant's car.​Inspector David broke the heavy silence. "Our team has been following Victor ever since he left Swan Group," he reported. "He drove straight to the old St. Matthew's Church, where he met Margaret. They talked for less than ten minutes before leaving separately."​"I need to know why they met," Alex declared.​Before anyone could respond, Alex turned to Javier. She lowered her eyes, unable to hide the hurt in them. "You just found me," she said softly. "And now you're leaving again?"​Alex reached for her hand and held it gently. "This time is different," he reassured her. "I'm not choosing work over you. I'm trying to

​Alex tightened his grip around the silver pendant, gazing down at the smiling little boy, no older than eight years old, pictured inside.​He turned the pendant over, and four engraved words immediately caught his attention: My son, Ethan.​Inspector David Cole stared at the engraving for a long moment before turning to Alex. "So Margaret was raising him."​Alex nodded slowly. "She wasn't just protecting him... she became his mother."​Just then, a forensic officer approached. "Inspector, we've finished examining the blood."​David turned to him. "How much was there?"​"Enough to indicate that someone was injured," the officer reported, "but not enough to confirm a fatal wound."​Alex released a quiet breath of relief. "So Margaret could still be alive."​"If we're lucky," David agreed.​Before either of them could say another word, another officer hurried over carrying a sealed evidence bag. "Sir, we found this beside the blood."​Everyone's eyes shifted to the bag, which contained