Chapter 117 DESPERATE

Luke sat on the edge of his bed, his hands trembling as he clutched his phone tightly. The news of Hana and the twins' kidnapping had shattered his world, leaving him reeling in disbelief and despair. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, helplessness—all swirling together in a maelstrom of agony. Beside him, his mother-in-law Elizabeth sat quietly, her face etched with concern as she reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Luke, darling, please try to calm down," she urged gently. "We'll find a way to bring Hana and the babies back home, I promise." But Luke could hardly hear her words over the deafening roar of panic echoing in his ears. His thoughts were consumed by visions of Hana's frightened face, of the twins' helpless cries, and he couldn't shake the feeling of overwhelming guilt that threatened to suffocate him. He was their protector and provider, yet he had failed them when they needed him most. With a choked sob, Luke buried his face in