Logan blinked, montarily surprised by the question. His brows relaxed a fraction as he answered, steady and calm.
"Her na is Amara. Henry is on leave for a few days, so I appointed her temporarily to assist until he returns," He explained. "That’s all. Why do you ask?"
Jean looked away for a mont, her knuckles tightening around the folder she held. She had not ant to sound so sharp... it wasn’t like her to question him like that. Yet seeing Amara so close to Logan had stirred sothing raw inside her chest.
Logan, sensing the shift in her expression, stepped closer. "Jean, what’s wrong? You didn’t co here just to ask about her, did you?"
His tone was softer now... concerned and almost protective. Jean t his gaze, swallowing back the hesitation.
"Emma is missing, Logan," She said, her voice dropping to an unsteady whisper. "I need your help to find her. Before anyone else does."
At that, Logan’s entire deanor shifted. His jaw tensed, and worry creased his brow. "Missing? When? How?" he pressed, voice low and urgent.
Jean exhaled shakily, finally voicing what had weighed on her since morning.
"We don’t know yet. But if we don’t act now, I’m afraid Alex or soone else might get to her first."
The playful, teasing Logan from monts ago vanished. In his place stood the man Jean knew she could rely on. Resolute, protective, and already calculating what steps to take next.
"Then let’s not waste another second," He said, determination flashing in his eyes. "Tell everything you know."
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As Jean spoke... hurried words spilling out about Emma, about Morris’s outburst, about her fear of Alex finding Emma first... She noticed sothing in Logan’s eyes.
It was fleeting, but it caught her off guard.
A quiet relief.
Not the usual controlled calm she’d co to expect from him, nor the cool calculation he wore in etings or crisis. Instead, it was as if, for just a heartbeat, he was thankful. Thankful that she had co to him... that she trusted him enough to lean on him in her worst monts.
Jean paused, her breath catching in her chest.
Was he really... relieved?
Logan, catching her eyes lingering on him, straightened and masked it quickly behind his usual resolve.
"Thank you for coming to first," He said, his voice softer now. "We’ll find Emma. Together."
That word... together... made sothing ache deep inside her.
Jean swallowed, realizing that behind all the walls Logan built, there was still that man who only wanted her to see him not as an enemy, not as a convenient partner, but as soone she could truly rely on.
And maybe... she did. Even more than she dared to admit.
Jean exchanged a glance with Hannah, her voice a little hesitant but firm. "Logan... maybe we should tell Henry, too," She suggested. "He deserves to know Emma is missing. After all, he never stopped visiting her, even when she was in the coma."
Hannah nodded quickly, adding, "Henry truly cares about her. He might know sothing, or at least help us trace where she could’ve gone."
Logan thought for a beat, his gaze softening just slightly before hardening again with decision.
"You’re right," He agreed. "Henry should know. And if there’s anyone who could help us piece this together, it’s him."
Without wasting another mont, Logan pulled his phone closer and dialed Henry’s number.
The call rang once.
Twice.
Then it cut off.
Logan frowned and tried again, this ti waiting longer, fingers drumming restlessly against the desk.
But again... nothing. The call went straight to voicemail.
"His phone’s unreachable," Logan muttered, worry starting to cloud his usually composed expression.
Jean felt a cold ripple of dread run down her spine. "Henry... wouldn’t just vanish like this, would he?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Logan t her gaze, troubled how to piece this information together. "No," he answered. "He wouldn’t. Which ans either sothing happened to him... or..."
He didn’t finish the sentence, but the silence that fell between them spoke volus.
Hannah swallowed hard, breaking the heavy pause. "Then we need to hurry. Whatever is happening... it’s bigger than we thought."
Logan nodded, jaw tight. "We’ll find them both... Emma and Henry. Before Alex, or anyone else, can."
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Inside Logan’s office, Jean, Hannah, and Logan gathered around as the private investigator they’d hired... a sharp eyed woman nad Priya connected her laptop to the screen.
"I’ve pulled the hospital CCTV footage and the parking lot feed from the night Emma disappeared," Priya began, her voice calm but tight with urgency.
Jean’s breath caught as the video played. On screen, they saw Emma’s corridor late at night... lights dim, the nurses’ station empty. Suddenly, a man entered the fra. His face was hidden behind a surgical mask and a scrub cap, his posture calm but hurried.
The investigator pointed, freezing the fra. "He goes straight into Emma Adams’s room," She explained.
The video resud. Minutes later, the masked man wheeled Emma out in a wheelchair, a blanket covering her, her head lulled gently to the side.
Logan’s brows furrowed. His sharp eyes narrowed on the masked figure’s fra, the subtle familiarity of the way he moved... The careful, protective hold on the wheelchair handles.
"Wait," Logan murmured, leaning closer. "Rewind that. Slow it down."
The footage replayed, slower this ti. The man pushed the wheelchair with a distinct gentleness, as if terrified of causing Emma harm.
"It’s the way he walks," Logan muttered under his breath. His gaze hardened, voice dropping. "It looks like Henry."
Jean’s heart dropped at those words.
"Henry? But why would he do this?" She whispered, shaken.
Logan didn’t look away from the screen, his expression torn between worry and suspicion.
"I don’t know," he admitted. "But he wouldn’t hurt Emma. That’s the only thing I’m sure of."
Hannah swallowed hard, voice small but determined.
"If it is Henry... maybe he knew Emma was in danger at the hospital. Maybe he took her to protect her."
The investigator nodded slightly. "That could be possible. He left through the service exit... caras there were conveniently disabled. But there’s one more thing," She added, clicking to the parking lot footage.
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