In Aiden's living room, he sat on the floor, leaning his back against his sofa.
His head was buried between his knees, and his shoulders could be seen shaking.
Moos sat beside him, playing the supportive and worried sister.
"I've never seen the boss crying...this must be bad," A maid whispered as they stood beside the kitchen watching everyone surround Aiden.
"No one can trace her?" Grandam Nari asked.
"No, Grandma, the search party said her phone had gone out of coverage; they couldn't locate her.
"So, you all trying to say that my granddaughter is dead?" Mr. Dee questioned from behind the sofa Aiden was sitting on.
Aiden heard his question and gritted his teeth.
His feelings were unsteady, he'd never felt so devastated in his entire life. The image he saw was still sending sharp arrows into his heart, killing him with each passing second.
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