Yue Ling's heart stopped at the news.
In that moment, everything inside her froze. The world tilted, sound drained from the air, and she forgot how to breathe for one unbearable beat.
Her eyes widened—unblinking, locked on the person delivering the words, as if sheer will could undo them. Her once-steady hands trembled at her sides. A cold numbness crept through her chest, hollow and aching.
It wasn't just shock.
It was devastation in its quietest, cruelest form—the kind that doesn't break you with screams, but buries you in a slow, suffocating silence.
She stared at Lu Tian with wide eyes, unable to speak. She searched his expression for a lie, some crack in the truth—but it was all there, plain and raw.
"Who took him?"
The words scraped out of her like broken glass. Her voice was raw, hoarse, but steady with deadly seriousness.
"Tell me everything."
Lu Tian knew his wife was angry at the news of her brother being kidnapped. He gently helps her stand up from the couch.
