Sebastian still couldn't forgive Felicia's ruthlessness and patience. Her ability to quietly dismantle the family without breaking a sweat felt cold and calculating, far removed from the sibling he believed her to be. This deeply ingrained ruthlessness made her frightening.

Mike, however, found the situation amusing. The Fuller family's turmoil was Khogend's open secret, and he knew much of the details. The irony wasn't lost on him.

"I've heard of murderers paying for their crimes," he remarked, "but I've never heard of someone being resented by their own family for exposing the truth about a killer." He smirked, his tone dripping with disdain. "You say she's nothing like a Fuller. Honestly? Thank God for that."

He didn't wait for Sebastian's reaction, tossing the words over his shoulder as he left. He'd always considered his own family the epitome of dysfunction, each member uniquely stubborn, but the Fullers seemed equally problematic.

Mike made one last stop at Union Clinic. Senior physicians there confirmed Felicia hadn't been seen in four or five days. With no trace of her, Mike was at a loss, unsure how to explain this to Stephan. As he considered his next move, his phone rang—it was Stephan. Mike answered hesitantly, "No luck. I've checked everywhere she might be, but there's no sign of her."

Stephan's reply was curt: "Understood." The line went dead.

Mike sighed. He knew what was coming—Stephan would mobilize his own resources. If Felicia was truly missing, the consequences would be severe.

Turning his car around, Mike prepared to go home. Driving past Union Clinic and its rival, Harmony Medical Center, something caught his eye. He slammed on the brakes. He hadn't noticed earlier, but in the fading light, the damage to Harmony Medical Center's signboard was obvious. The building bore clear burn marks; the interior appeared half-destroyed. What the hell happened here?

Mike's mind raced. Could Felicia's disappearance be connected to this fire?

Without hesitation, he turned the car around and headed straight for the Walsh residence.

…

"Start from her last known locations," Stephan instructed. "Trace her steps and find out who she saw, where she went—anything. I want updates immediately."

Meanwhile, Stephan had already dispatched his team. After issuing his orders, his scowl deepened, an oppressive presence surrounding him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. His sharp, commanding tone brooked no error. Even he underestimated how intimidating his anger could be; his demeanor was a cold, unrelenting storm, its lethal edge sending chills through anyone present.

When his assistant, Thomas Bolt, entered his office, he felt the suffocating pressure immediately. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with icy tension. Before Thomas could speak, Stephan's calm yet commanding voice cut through the silence: "I'm heading to Khogend. Handle the company in my absence."

With that, he strode from the room. Thomas stood stunned for a moment, then scrambled after him. "Mr. Russell! You just returned to Seldvale, and you're already leaving?" Stephan didn't respond, his long strides carrying him toward the exit.

Desperate, Thomas blurted, "Mr. Russell! Ms. Russell just called. She said she's not feeling well and asked if you could go see her." Hearing his sister's name, Stephan stopped. His brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly, but his tone betrayed his concern. "Did she not go to the hospital?"

"She said... she'd prefer it if you accompanied her," Thomas carefully relayed the message.