Wyatt sat up in surprise when he opened his eyes and saw the familiar furnishings around him. He was about to yank the needle from his arm and flee.
“Where are you going?” Don Reed’s face was crimson with rage. His aged voice was imposing and commanding.
Wyatt was stopped by the butler and servants at his sides.
For a brief moment, no one dared to speak.
Wyatt’s expression darkened as he spoke in a firm tone. “I’ll go look for Ivy.”
“She’s already gone!” Don Reed’s words struck Wyatt like a bolt of lightning from nowhere.
Everyone knew, but Wyatt was still in denial.
Those words struck a painful reality buried deep within his heart.
Wyatt felt like a deer caught in the headlights. That tense nerve yanked and snapped. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and a tight, cold face.
“She is
