Matthew’s expression darkened, his hand tightening until the veins bulged prominently.


    His voice was a low growl as he demanded, “Who is responsible for this?”


    Fernando responded with equal gravity, “Not sure yet.


    However, Kristian and Elizabeth are closely monitored; they couldn’t have been involved.


    ”


    Worry gnawed at Fernando too.


    He was unable to conceive of anyone who bore a grudge against Ste substantial enough to resort to kidnapping.


    After all, Ste and Matthew had made their rtionship public long ago, and to kidnap Ste was to openly challenge Matthew.


    Could the perpetrators have been Matthew’s enemies?


    Fernando, however, was quick to dismiss the idea.


    He said worriedly, “If the kidnappers weren’t after money but Ste’s life, our options for negotiation would be virtually nonexistent—”


    “That’s impossible,” Matthew interjected firmly, his voice low and resolute.


    “Send more men to look for Ste.


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    With those stern instructions, Matthew ended the call, his hand trembling slightly as he put down the phone.


    A chill ran through him, the gravity of the situation sinking in.


    Meanwhile, at the hospital, Bet held the paternity test results, his hands shaking as he processed the information.


    With a mix of disbelief and nervousness, he crumpled the report.


    “I can’t believe it’s true…”


    The document confirmed his suspicions: Ste was indeed the daughter of his uncle.


    Bet’s emotions were a tumultuous mix of shock and excitement over the revtion.


    As he hastily pulled out his phone to share the news with Ste, a nce at the time caused him to reconsider.


    It waste, and Ste might already be asleep.


    Resolving to handle this delicate matter in person, he decided to visit Prosper Bay first thing in the morning.


    Just as he was about to put his phone away, it buzzed with an iing call.


    It was Sanford on the line.


    Eager to divulge the newfound information, Bet answered enthusiastically, “Sanford, I’ve got some good news…”


    However, before Bet could continue, Sanford interjected with urgency, “Bet, something bad happened.


    Ste is missing.


    ”


    What Bet wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and the happiness he felt vanished instantly.


    He felt as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, chilling himpletely, and the smile on his face froze instantly.