Andrei had rushed to the Volkov mansion just as Damian ordered.
But Elena wasn't there.
Irina and Tatiana were pacing in worry, voices trembling as they questioned him.
Andrei himself was terrified—Damian's anger earlier had been something he had never witnessed before.
By the time morning came, everyone felt the weight of dread.
Grandfather came downstairs for breakfast, his cane tapping heavily on the floor. He took one look at the table—Tatiana and Irina sitting stiffly—and immediately sensed something was wrong.
He frowned.
"Irina… where is your son?"
Irina let out a shaky sigh.
"Father, I have no idea. You know how Damian is… he disappears sometimes."
Grandfather didn't say a word.
He motioned to one of his men.
"Go to Damian's place. Tell him I want to see him immediately."
Tatiana quickly stood up.
"I'll go myself, Grandfather. I need to check on Elena as well."
Grandfather studied her for a moment, then nodded once.
"Fine. Go."
