Thalia's Pov
"You're lying," I cut her off, my eyes scanning the foyer, the quiet hallway leading to the kitchen, and the stairs. "He called me ten minutes ago from this house!"
"He doesn't even have a phone!" Vivian snapped back, her voice rising in pitch. "You are clearly losing your mind, Thalia! Adrian, tell your wife to leave my house before I call the police."
I turned to the maid standing near the door, grabbing her arm. "Where is he? Is he upstairs?!"
The maid flinched, looking terrified as her eyes darted toward Vivian. "I... I don't know, ma'am. Young master Raphael went out earlier. He's not in the house."
"See?" Vivian sneered, crossing her arms. "My staff told you the exact same thing. He is not here."
Adrian stepped up beside me, placing a hand on my forearm. "Thalia,
