"And… sir…" Callum paused, his hand resting on the doorknob as he turned slightly over his shoulder. "Do you remember the kidnapping incident?" His voice was low, cautious.
Eryx looked up, brows knitting. Callum swallowed hard.
"Miss Mila's incident," he continued, his tone tighter now. "I got a clue."
He dropped the information deliberately, his gaze locking with Eryx's, steady and grim.
Eryx instantly stood up from the couch, his heartbeat quickening, pounding hard against his chest. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low but edged with urgency.
Callum stepped away from the door, now fully facing him. There was a heaviness in his expression, something that made Eryx's pulse thrum louder.
"I found the woman's daughter," Callum said. "The one who took Miss Mila. She's alive… but she's sick. Terminal, from what I've been told."
Eryx's brows furrowed, his body frozen in place.
