Chapter 179

The pain left Jacob gasping. “She’s incredibly tough,” he gasped. “After I took off her coat, she kicked out the car window, grabbed a shard of glass, and lunged at me.” He cried, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his cut arms, “I’m not lying! Look!”

“Shut up,” Josiah snapped, impatient. “Where is she?”

Jacob shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Still doesn’t know?” Josiah closed his eyes briefly, then looked down at Yvette, who clung to his waist. “Yvette, let go. Today, I finish him off. That fool won’t talk until he’s on the edge of death.”

“No,” Yvette protested, refusing to release him. “He really might not know.”

Jacob curled on the ground, sobbing harder. “I really don’t know! She stabbed me, then ran. I… I couldn’t catch her.”

Yvette looked at Josiah. “I think he’s telling the truth. There’s no reason for him to lie now.”

Josiah closed his eyes, despair washing over him. “Where could Sienna have gone? And if she stabbed Jacob with glass… what about her? Was she injured?”

His eyes snapped open, fixing on Jacob. “Tell me, where was she?”

“What?” Jacob stammered, his mind reeling.

“Asking for death?” Josiah’s eyes blazed with anger.

Before he could explode, Yvette clung to him, desperately trying to maintain her grip.

“I remember!” Jacob cried, terrified. “At the Stone Road intersection. She got out of the car there!”

He shivered, barely able to breathe. “She ran away. That’s all I know.”

At the Stone Road intersection, Howard sat in his wheelchair, his face grim. “Josiah, that’s enough. Let him go.”

He glanced at Jacob with disdain. His voice, calm yet chilling, sent a shiver down Jacob’s spine. “Listen carefully. If you’re lying, I won’t kill you. But I have ways to make you wish you were dead.”

Howard pressed a button, turning his wheelchair and heading out, calling softly, “Hervey.”

Hervey immediately approached to assist. “Don’t worry, Howard. I’ll send someone right away.”

Stone Road was isolated, far from civilization. If Sienna had gotten off there, finding her would be difficult. Hervey and Zach immediately organized a search team.

As dawn broke, Josiah remained awake. Sleep eluded him; Sienna had been missing for nearly twenty-four hours. He thought, She wasn’t wearing anything warm, she didn’t take her phone… she has no friends or family here. Where could she be? Is she cold? Hungry? Why am I just sitting here? Why am I not the one suffering?

Miranda awoke to find there was still no news. Her anxiety spiked. “Where on earth has Sienna gone?”

Nearly twenty-four hours had passed. Hervey and Zach reported back, having searched Stone Road thoroughly, but finding no trace of Sienna. She had vanished. There were no hotel check-ins, no train or airport records, nothing.

Yvette entered, calling them to breakfast. “Miranda, Howard, Josiah, breakfast is ready.”

“How can I eat?” Miranda sighed.

Yvette said, “Miranda, I know you’re worried, but you need to take care of yourself.” She turned to Howard. “And you too. You’re still in rehab; you need your strength.”

Howard nodded and looked at Josiah. “Come on.”

“No,” Josiah shook his head, starting upstairs. “Miranda, Howard, you eat. I can’t.”

Yvette tried to stop him.

But Howard interrupted, “Let him go. He deserves this.”

Yvette was stunned. Is Howard standing up for Sienna?

Upstairs, Josiah didn’t go to his room. He went to Sienna’s, curled up in her clothes on her bed, inhaling her scent. “Where are you?” he whispered.

He hadn’t slept, and even lying there, he remained wide awake, his head throbbing.

A knock came. “Mr. Flynn,” Zach called.

Josiah opened the door, his eyes bloodshot. “What’s going on?”

“There are some urgent company matters,” Zach explained cautiously, sensing Josiah’s mood. After explaining, Josiah nodded. “Got it. I’ll clean up and head to the office.”

“Alright, Mr. Flynn,” Zach replied.

Josiah showered, shaved, and changed. Yvette appeared, noticing his exhaustion. “You’re going to the office? Why not eat something first?”

“No need,” Josiah replied.

Yvette grabbed his arm. “If you were staying home, I wouldn’t say anything, but you’re going out on an empty stomach! How will you have any energy?”

Josiah pulled away, breathing deeply. “I can’t eat. Sienna might be starving right now.”

Yvette paused, laughing angrily. “Is it my fault she’s hungry? Why are you yelling at me?”

Josiah’s voice rose, his brows furrowing. “Yvette, stop taking things that belong to Sienna.”

“What?” Yvette was shocked. “What did I take from her?”

“That evening dress,” Josiah said, his eyes narrowing. “You knew I ordered it for Sienna, yet you insisted on taking it.”

Yvette stared, laughing in disbelief. “You’re blaming me? Over a dress?”

Josiah’s expression hardened. “If Sienna had the dress, she could’ve gone to the party. Then none of this would have happened.”