The polished marble floors of the private hospital gleamed under the cold fluorescent lights as Elina and Jacob rushed down the long corridor. Their footsteps were quick and uneven, betraying their rising anxiety. Dean had called them only minutes ago, his words urgent, clipped, and confusing. At first, neither Elina nor Jacob had been able to make sense of what he was trying to say.
Earlier that afternoon, after Emile had left the Ramsy mansion, Zhou Ruyan had quietly informed them that Micah had sneaked out. Supposedly, it was because he feared being scolded after yet another one of his reckless decisions. They hadn't thought much of it. Micah's antics were hardly new to them. He had always been like that. Like a slippery fish, impossible to grasp when it decided to wriggle free. Whenever he thought he had caused trouble, he would disappear for hours, avoiding confrontation. But in the end of the day, he would always return to face whatever punishment awaited him.
