Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 178

Giselle stepped out from behind Lysander and gently patted Ryan's shoulder, offering soothing words.

Ryan was momentarily taken aback by her presence, and his previously agitated tone softened, leading him to sink into the couch. He quickly snapped back to attention, glancing over at Lysander, who was leaning against the desk.

"Lysander, my brother…"

"No need to rush," Lysander responded coolly. "On my way here, I had Leonard get in touch with the Transit Authority. They're tracing your brother's path from when he left the office. We'll figure out where he went. Be patient."

"See, Lysander's got your back," Giselle said with a smile, handing Ryan a glass of water. "Take a sip and calm down. Roland's a resourceful guy; he'll be alright."

With Giselle by his side, Ryan felt a sense of calm wash over him. He took a small sip of the water and started to regain his composure.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door. Leonard stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on Lysander.

As Lysander was about to leave, Ryan quickly got up and approached Leonard. "Leonard, have you found my brother?"

Leonard looked at Lysander for confirmation. After a nod from Lysander, Leonard handed over a phone with a cracked screen.

"We found this at the last place Roland was seen on the surveillance footage."

Ryan's eyes widened as he snatched the phone, examining it closely. His eyes brimmed with tears. "This is my brother's phone! Where is he? Where?"

Lysander placed a firm hand on Ryan's shoulder, using enough force to ground him. "Calm down. Do you want to find your brother or not?"

Ryan, eyes red with emotion, managed to hold himself together.

Lysander then turned to Leonard. "Gather every available security personnel and expand the search outward from where we found the phone. Keep scouring the surveillance footage; he shouldn't be far. Also, review all vehicles and people who passed through that area from last night until now…"

...

At the Oakwood Residences.

"Mila, what are you doing?"

"For us, the best option is to run. Do you understand?"

Miranda understood but still questioned, "Then why did we bother helping him?"

"Do you want a murder charge on your hands?" Mila sighed.

"From the moment he got into your car last night, you were automatically against whoever's after him. There's no clear way out."

"He knows who we are. We can't afford to make enemies on both sides. We need to keep things stable until my divorce hearing is over, then we're out of here. It's only a few days away."

"Oh, and you need to clean your car thoroughly. We'll get rid of it tonight, so we don't attract any unwanted attention before we can leave."

It was all such a complicated mess.

Miranda sighed, exasperated, "What a stroke of bad luck we've stumbled into!"