Chapter 491

Chapter 491:

At the hospital, Wyatt’s eyes were glued to the doorway, as if willing Amelia to appear. Yet as the morning wore on, she hadn’t shown up.

For reasons he couldn’t quite name, a restless unease began to stir within him. He grabbed the phone on his bedside table and dialed Amelia’s number.

“Sorry. The subscriber you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later p>

Wyatt tried again, then again, each failed attempt tightening the knot in his gut. Then, he called Weldon.

𝗥𝖾𝗰о𝘮𝗺е𝗇d 𝗍o 𝗒o𝘂𝗿 f𝘳𝗶еn𝘥s

Discovering that Weldon’s phone, too, was unreachable, Wyatt furrowed his brows.

Marc strolled into the ward, catching the frown on Wyatt’s face. “What’s with the long face?” he asked.

Wyatt extended a hand, his voice tight. “Let me borrow your phone p>

“Your phone is right there. Why do you need mine?” Marc said.

“Just hand it to me p>

Hearing the urgency in Wyatt’s voice, Marc swiftly handed over his phone, concern etched on his face.

When Wyatt’s attempts to reach Amelia and Weldon via Marc’s phone proved futile, a shadow crossed his features.

He tossed the phone back to Marc, swung his legs out of the hospital bed, and stood up with purpose.

As Wyatt strode toward the door, Marc intercepted him, worry lacing his tone. “You’re in no shape to leave the hospital. Where are you headed p>

“Something has happened to Amelia,” Wyatt replied, his voice taut with urgency. “I have to go find her p>

Thinking that Wyatt couldn’t drive in such a condition, Marc decided to accompany him as they left the hospital.

En route to Amelia’s apartment, Wyatt made a flurry of calls, but each one yielded no clues about her whereabouts.

Gripped by unease, Wyatt punched in the code to Amelia’s apartment and stepped inside, his voice echoing with anxious calls for her.

Yet the silence that greeted him was deafening.

“Should we take a look at the security footage at the apartment entrance?” Marc suggested, a spark of hope in his words.

The idea struck Wyatt like a bolt of lightning. He rushed to Amelia’s room, recalling that her apartment’s surveillance system was linked to her computer and phone.

With deft fingers, he turned on her computer, his hacking prowess swiftly bypassing the system’s password.

Moments later, the surveillance footage flickered onto the screen.

“What was Nora doing here?” Marc murmured, peering over Wyatt’s shoulder as Nora’s familiar figure appeared in the video.

Wyatt said nothing, his focus razor-sharp as he fast-forwarded through the footage.

He then dialed Nora’s number, only to find her phone unreachable as well. His gaze grew icy, a storm brewing in his eyes.

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