Chapter 802: How about Ivana?

Mitbahl had called, his voice urgent, to inform them that Diana had collapsed, a nosebleed preceding her fainting spell. John’s demeanor had shifted instantly upon hearing the news, canceling the trip and rushing back as if in a frenzy.

The last time Xavier had seen his boss so unhinged was when Ms. Thompson had gone missing.

“Boss...” Xavier began, his voice trailing off as John crossed the threshold of the villa, casting a cold glance in his direction. The frigid look made Xavier shrink back involuntarily.

“I...I...” he stammered, but gave up. Partly because he realized that any attempt at comfort would be futile, and partly because his own stutter made it impossible to convey any reassurance.

John swiftly ascended to the third-floor bedroom. Standing before the door, he took a deep breath, attempting to steady his emotions before gently reaching out to open it.

Inside, the room was enveloped in silence. Thick blackout curtains blocked any hint o