"Where is my daughter?" The woman's voice echoed through the quiet corridor.Isabella stopped. She had been walking toward Ethan's office with a folder pressed against her chest, but the sound of the woman's voice made her slow down.A few steps ahead, Ethan stood outside his office. A woman was facing him, her hands trembling at her sides. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She looked exhausted, as though sleep had become something she had long forgotten."Please," Ethan said calmly. "Let's talk.""Talk?" The woman let out a broken laugh. "I've been talking to you for two years. She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her voice steady."I have spent two years looking for my daughter. Two years of calling hospitals, police stations, shelters. Two years of wondering where she is, whether she's safe, whether she's even alive. Her eyes filled again.You told me you would find her.""I am still trying," Ethan replied.The woman's expression hardened
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