CHAPTER 89: NO ONE TOLD ME CHRISTIAN IS MISSING

"What if… it was all part of the plan?" Cecilia's voice cracked through the silence. Her eyes narrowed as she paced the living room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She halted, staring out the window. Paul stood near the fireplace, running a hand through his messy brown curls, his face tense with concern, his jaw clenched. He had been thinking the same thing, but hearing it out loud from her lips made it even harder to swallow. Paul's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his throat tight. "You mean the fall?" he asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper. His eyes met hers, and he could see the storm of emotions swirling in her gaze—anger, fear, determination. "Yes, Paul," Cecilia turned to face him, her blue eyes wide, brimming with barely contained fury. "Grandmother's fall wasn't an accident. It was deliberate to distract us." Her fists clenched at her sides, knuckles white, as the realization hit her fully. "It was planned to make Christian's kidnapping go unnoticed