Blanche's POV
Vincent's words made me feel safer than Zain's ever could.
I couldn't pinpoint exactly why, but something almost enchanting about Vincent's voice instantly calmed my racing heart. After a moment of silence, I murmured softly into the phone, "Mm."
I wasn't sure if Vincent heard my response.
Without waiting, I ended the call.
——
Vincent sat in Blanche's bedroom, freshly showered and waiting for nearly an hour, but she still hadn't returned.
Learning about Carry's disappearance filled him with dread. His concern for Blanche consumed him—terrified she might act rashly in her desperation to find Carry.
Without hesitation, he slipped through the window and vanished into the darkness.
While moving, Vincent called everyone in his network, organizing search teams to comb different areas for Carry.
The hospital parking lot overflowed with vehicles, forcing Vincent to park along the curb.
Deep into the night, the streets lay nearly deserted.
