Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 133

A shroud of gloom seemed to envelop Hamilton, yet his face remained as unreadable as ever, betraying no hint of the storm brewing within.

He casually scrolled through his missed calls until one name made his finger pause abruptly–Natalia. Her call had come in a few minutes before the snapshot of Orpheus had landed in his inbox.

That meant she had tried reaching out to him before she was taken.

A suffocating sensation rose in his chest as he wondered how she felt hearing his phone click off.

Then, as if on cue, his phone rang again. With a steely expression, Hamilton answered.

“Bro! Ms. Jenkins is in trouble!” Alden’s voice trembled with urgency on the other end.

Hamilton’s eyes narrowed, a cold fury beginning to simmer beneath his calm exterior. “What’s the situation now?”

Alden struggled to speak, finally managing to utter a dire statement. “It’s touch and go.”

“What did you say?” Hamilton’s voice dropped to an icy register, disbelief threading through his tone.

“Touch and go? Who’s touch and go? Alden, you’d better make yourself clear!”

“Bro, Ms. Jenkins was thrown off a cliff, and we’re still searching, but we don’t know if she’s… if she’s still alive.”

Though Alden spoke of search, hope seemed a luxury he could scarcely afford.

Natalia had been thrown off the cliff with her hands tied and gagged. From such a height, the fall alone might not kill her, but the waters below could claim her life just the same.

Hamilton’s mind blanked, a taut wire in his head snapping, leaving him rigid with shock.

Whatever Alden said next was lost to him; his thoughts were consumed by the pleading look in Natalia’s eyes when he’d left the hospital last night.

She had been afraid, and he knew that.

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she couldn’t see. She hadn’t wanted him to leave, but what had he thought at

Killian’s

assumed that staying with her wouldn’t change Tatiana’s

I IS

had chosen to visit

lost in his turmoil. But he finally snapped to action and strode

a man he’d never seen so close to the edge–cold,

the thoughts aside and

wasn’t sleeping. Hearing the door, she expected Hamilton, but was surprised to

at her. “So, you’re really

soured. “What do you

“You’ve got guts, ruining your own face like that. Aren’t you afraid of scars? If you wanted Hamilton’s

let out a laugh. “What do

could spot a fake from a mile away. More importantly, she was

outside?”

eyebrow. “Just saw him looking

into a cold sneer. “Probably that wench is dead.”

connecting the dots.

I? I wouldn’t lay a finger on her.

he said nothing more,

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hospital, pushing his Range Rover to its limits as he sped towards the outskirts.

a

cliff side, Ryan, fueled by rage and grief, confronted Hamilton with a fist

“Hamilton!”

“Bro!”

shouted in alarm.

were you

shouted at Hamilton.

Ryan. “Stay out of this, Ryan. Natalia and

pulled back by Dawson as soon as he could. “Don’t add fuel to the

Hamilton but didn’t say anything else after

his face a mask of ice. “Any sign of her?”

as death.

tinged his voice, a grim omen of