Chapter 445

Isabella threw open the door, her fingers digging into the doorframe.

"Mom, Dad's been taken!" Her voice trembled.

Eleanor's teacup shattered on the floor, tea splashing across the tiles.

"So soon?"

"The police were waiting outside. They stormed in right after the news broke." Isabella's face was ghostly pale. "What do we do now?"

Eleanor clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms.

She knew Vincent couldn't escape this time.

"Only one path left." Her voice was hoarse.

Isabella grabbed her arm. "What is it?"

"He always has a backup plan." Eleanor's eyes darkened. "This time, he's on his own."

It meant returning to those suffocating days of darkness.

No. She refused.

Not after pouring her life into this for over a decade.

Isabella stumbled back, hitting the dresser.

"Mom, please save Dad!" Her voice rose to a shriek. "We're nothing without him!"

Eleanor suppressed her irritation at her daughter's twisted expression.

"My connections can't touch this." She gripped Isabella's shoulders. "Your father must have made arrangements."

Isabella suddenly shoved her away.

"Or you just don't want to help!" she screamed hysterically.

Eleanor's pupils contracted, fearing one of her episodes.

"Get ahold of yourself!" she snapped. "Your father's more cunning than you think."

Across Red Rain Bridge, Sebastian stood silently behind glass walls.

A black-clad man materialized behind him.

"Sir, Vincent Langley's convoy has arrived."

Sebastian tapped the glass with his fingers, his sharp profile reflected in the surface.

"Proceed as planned." His tone was calm.

The man bowed and retreated.

Sebastian studied his own reflection, his gaze softening.

"Evelyn, it'll all be over soon," he murmured.

Bitterness rose in his throat. His heart constricted as if squeezed by an invisible hand.

If not for Vincent Langley...

A distant explosion suddenly lit up the sky with flames.

Sebastian's lips curved into a cold smile.

"Still playing the same old tricks."