By the time Mr. Smith arrived home, his wife was a mess, her face swollen and tear-stained. "Reginald, my daughter isn't back yet. Her phone is off, since yesterday," she sobbed, her voice trembling.
Mr. Smith was annoyed, but thinking of their potential union with the first branch of the Sinclair family, he finally deemed it fit to take his daughter's disappearance seriously. Moreover, he was certain Kimberly would like this arrangement better - of marrying her into the Sinclair family.
"Please, look for my daughter," his wife implored, holding his leg as she knelt before him.
"That's alright," he bent over to lift her up. "She's not missing, she must be with her friends. I'll send people to bring her home." He pacified his wife and wiped her tears.
With newfound determination, Mr. Smith called his contact to find his daughter. However, even after a few hours of searching, there was no sign of her. It was then that Mr. Smith's concern turned to alarm.