"Isabella can't be dead. She can't be. She's dead... she's really dead..."
Ethan collapsed onto the sofa, hands covering his face.
He had to face it now. Isabella was gone.
All he could do was pour everything he had into finding out who was responsible.
The Adams family pulled every string, using all their people and resources, and with the police helping, it only took three days to find a few suspects. But right as the police were about to arrest them, the suspects tried to escape in a car, crashed, and all of them died.
Just like that, the trail ran cold. No one knew who was really behind the murder. The suspects were desperate men, all orphans with no family left. They’d taken a huge payout to kidnap Isabella, but whoever hired them had covered their tracks completely. For now, there was no way to find out who it was.
After the crash, the police checked the seven-seater van the men had used and found out someone had messed with it. Someone wanted to make sure they’d never make it out alive, that there’d be no one left to talk. Whoever was behind this had to be powerful, careful, and ruthless. Every detail was handled so cleanly that it was impossible to find a weak spot.
With the killers dead, Isabella’s body was set to be cremated. That was when Ethan suddenly remembered Cynthia. No one had told her about Isabella.
But news like this spread fast. The whole city already knew Mrs. Adams had been kidnapped and murdered. There was no way Cynthia hadn’t heard.


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