When he said this, there wasn’t even the slightest hesitation in his eyes.
But my heart turned utterly cold.
I raised my hand to touch my chest, only for it to pass straight through—I was already dead, and long without a heart.
Daniel did begin searching for me.
He spent a fortune hiring private investigators, sent out bodyguards, combed through surveillance footage…
But all of it was in vain.
“How strange. Emily’s a living person—how could she just vanish into thin air?”
Chloe, casually doing her nails, spoke lazily:
“Daniel, maybe she secretly ran back to the countryside. She always complained that the Miller family was cold and heartless, that it wasn’t her home.”
Her words struck him.
The next afternoon, he led a group of men back to the countryside cottage where I used to live.
His steps creaked against the cobblestone path leading to the little house.
“Emily!”
Daniel frowned, calling my name. But the next moment, his eyes fell on the overgrown weeds around the cottage, his gaze flickering with something complicated.
The bodyguards exchanged uneasy looks.
“Mr. Reed, it doesn’t look like anyone’s lived here in a long time.”
“Would Miss Emily really be here?”
Daniel Reed frowned, silent.