Quentin suddenly realized something and rushed to the closet, scanning the area where Jennifer Sullivan’s clothes usually hung. A few of her casual, older outfits were missing—nothing too obvious unless you looked closely. His heart clenched. It was as if something precious had slipped through his fingers. Desperation rising, he moved to the drawers where she kept her personal belongings. They were emptier too—not completely, but clearly, she had been quietly packing over time.
She had planned this. She used this opportunity to escape.
Quentin had only one thought: Find her！
He bolted from the room and ran downstairs. He nearly collided with Eleanor and Nanny Rose, who had just returned.
Nanny Rose stepped in front of Eleanor, blocking his path. "Mr. Quentin Tyler, what’s the rush? Wha
