Fury and grief choked Isla. She coughed, then spat blood, startling Grace beside her.
"Evan, how could you be so cold…" Her shoulders shook, tears streaming uncontrollably.
It took a while, but she forced herself to calm down.
Evan's resolve was clear—calling again would only get her hung up on or blocked. It was pointless.
Then she remembered her call with Leo. He knew where Evan was.
Ignoring Grace's worried gaze, Isla dialed her assistant, James Porter. "James, put a tail on Leo. Any whisper about Evan, I want it immediately."
"And check every flight and train leaving Joravia Town today. If there's any lead, report it right away."
She rattled off orders without pause, keeping herself too busy to drown in pain.
Grace tried to speak but hesitated before finally saying, "Isla, the
