Chapter 5

After leaving the operating room, I left the divorce agreement I had drafted on the bed. I walked out of the hospital and boarded the train heading toward the border.

Just before the train started moving, Andrew's message popped up on my phone screen.

"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn, Eleanor. How dare you cause trouble for Daisy again? Come back and apologize. Don't force me to do something you won't like."

After a scoff, I pulled out my phone's SIM card and tossed it into the trash.

Meanwhile, Andrew, who had been enjoying the sunset by the sea with Daisy, heard his phone ring.

"We've got a problem! Mrs. Rasmussen is missing! There's a document left behind on her bed. You should come see for yourself."

Andrew, who had been helping Daisy put on her bikini cover-up, froze mid-motion.

"Eleanor's missing? And what document are you talking about?"

"The nurse said Mrs. Rasmussen left in the middle of the night. The document is... a divorce agreement."

Andrew's grip on the phone tightened. His face darkened with fury. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't expected me to be so resolute. Even if I didn't want to apologize, I shouldn't mention divorce like this.

Daisy's eyes briefly flickered with resentment. She tugged on Andrew's sleeve and asked sweetly, "Is something wrong with Eleanor? I'll go with you. Maybe I can help."

Andrew nodded, and the two of them got into the car, heading for the hospital.

In the small space, Daisy gently placed her hands on Andrew to comfort him. "Don't worry. Eleanor will be fine."

But Andrew's agitation was growing. He could already feel the mate bond between me and him had been severed.

He actually found Daisy's touch incredibly annoying. Frowning, he lowered her hand and let out a muffled hum, subconsciously pulling away from her.

Daisy sensed Andrew's discontent. With a reluctant expression, she pulled her hand back. This was the first time he had ever treated her this way.

Glancing at the man, whose expression had darkened, she anxiously texted someone. She received a reply almost immediately. "Don't worry. It's all taken care of."

Meanwhile, inside the hospital's VIP ward, the hospital director was pacing restlessly with sweat beading on his forehead.

It was unthinkable that a top-tier medical center could lose a pregnant woman, especially the mate of the strongest warrior, Andrew. This was a responsibility he could never bear.

"What's going on?"

The door was suddenly slammed open as Andrew stormed in. His violent presence filled the room, causing the air to freeze.

The director's legs gave way, and he shakily handed over a thin piece of paper. His voice trembled as he said, "M-Mr. Rasmussen, Mrs. Rasmussen left this behind…"

The words "Divorce Agreement" caught Andrew's eye. His gaze instantly darkened, and his breath became labored.

When his eyes dropped to the neatly written signature at the bottom, the storm brewing in his eyes looked like it could swallow everything in its path.

"Where's Eleanor?" His voice was low and threatening. "I told you to watch her! And you lost her?"

A nurse, who had always felt pity for me, couldn't hold back anymore. Sobbing, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rasmussen. I didn't keep an eye on Mrs. Rasmussen. S-She just lost your child. Her body is still so weak… Where could she possibly go?"

The room fell silent.

Andrew's expression shifted violently, as though he was struck by lightning. Slowly, he lifted his gaze. The shadows in his eyes spread like a storm. A cold fury radiated from him.

"What did you say?" His voice was terrifying. Every word seemed to come from deep in his throat.

The nurse gasped, trembling as she explained, "M-Mrs. Rasmussen was six weeks pregnant, but she fell down the stairs and lost too much blood. The child didn't survive."

Andrew's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart tightened. An uncontainable fire surged within him. His fingers clenched involuntarily, and his sharp nails broke through his skin, turning into claws.

"Eleanor was carrying our child?" he whispered through gritted teeth. His throat was dry as if scorched by flames. "And our child... is gone?"

He couldn't help but think about the pain I must have felt when I miscarried, and the sorrow I must have been drowning in.

I had wanted a child with him so badly, and only he knew the reason we had never had children all these years.

He couldn't bear to think about what would happen if I ever found out the truth.

He clenched his fists harder. His knuckles turned white from the force. The violent wolf within him stirred, ready to tear apart everything in its path.

His flesh and blood, his child, had been taken away from him just like that.

His child... his blood... had been taken away from him. Who? Who did this to his mate?

Andrew slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his wolf eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Find out every place Eleanor has been to recently." His face was dark, and his voice was so hoarse, like a wolf from the depths of hell.

"I want to know everywhere she's been. And find out exactly how she fell down the stairs."

Soon, his assistant, Mathias Browning, returned with my movements.

"Mr. Rasmussen, the surveillance footage of Mrs. Rasmussen in the hospital corridor has been tampered with. But we've already questioned all the patients who were in the hallway that day. We'll have answers within a day."

Andrew's eyes landed on the surveillance footage from outside the private room in the bar. He could see my hand trembling violently against the doorframe and how defeated I looked when I turned away.

It hit him in an instant. I had overheard the conversation they had in that room. I knew everything about what he had done to Dad all those years ago.

Suddenly, Andrew felt his ugliest side exposed, bare before me. But he still couldn't bring himself to believe I would divorce and leave him.

After all, throughout these past five years, I had loved him as if I wanted to engrave him in my very bones.

"Have you found out where Eleanor went?" he asked Mathias.

"Mrs. Rasmussen has erased all her identification records, and the airline is intentionally concealing information. We are currently unable to trace her whereabouts."