98 Left Behind

Natalie woke up early to some weird commotion in the mansion. She rubbed her eyes and searched for her husband but couldn't find him.

"...Where are you?" she mumbled in a sleepy tone.

A very pale Alonso walked in right then, trying to force a smile.

"Good morning, baby girl. How about breakfast in bed today?"

With the running footsteps and Alonso's messed-up look—tie loose and sleeves rolled up—it was clear it wasn't a good morning.

"…What's wrong, Alonso?"

His fake smile disappeared as he came closer and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Father is missing."

Her heart started pounding in her chest.

"W-What do you mean, missing?"

"Juan couldn't find him in his room, and his bed is still made. He's not in his office either." His leg started shaking. "Where could he have gone without telling us? How could he leave the mansion without his phone and his wallet?" He looked at her with empty eyes. "He might have been kidnapped."