Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 854:

Without wasting another moment, Natalia quickly dialed Brian’s number.

Her fingers trembled as she held the phone to her ear.

She had no idea if he would answer—after all, when Rachel married Allan, Brian had disappeared. No one knew where he had gone. Ronald had mentioned something about an island—a place where Brian had gone to hide, to escape his own pain.

Natalia understood. Brian had left to avoid disrupting the wedding, forcing himself into isolation, hoping to forget.

But just as she began to lose hope, the phone rang one more time, and then Brian’s voice came through.

“Brian, Rachel is missing. She found out about Jeffrey’s death today… She was shattered, and now… we don’t know where she is. We’ve searched everywhere…”

Before she could finish, she heard the roar of an engine, and Brian’s voice was sharp and urgent. “I’m on my way. Keep talking.”noveldrama

“Yvonne and Mr. Vance took Rachel to Jeffrey’s grave earlier today. Rachel said she needed to be alone with him for a while. When they checked on her later, she was—”

Gone. “I’ve asked my dad for help, and the police are involved, but we still haven’t found her.”

“Have you searched the surrounding area?” Brian asked, his voice tight with urgency.

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“Yes, we’ve covered every inch.”

“What about the places Jeffrey used to visit?” he pressed, his mind racing.

“Also checked.”

Brian exhaled sharply. “Keep searching. I’ll look elsewhere. We’ll split up.”

“Okay.”

In the helicopter, Brian ordered his team to scan the areas where Rachel might be, but they didn’t find her.

Then, a memory flickered—Rachel’s grandmother’s house.

It was a place of warmth in Rachel’s childhood, a place where she and Jeffrey had spent their happiest moments.

Back then, her grandmother was alive, and life had felt simple, even blissful.

Brian’s gut told him that Rachel might have returned to that familiar place.

He directed the helicopter toward the remote location.

After navigating the rugged hills, he finally spotted the familiar, weathered gate. Its paint was peeling, a quiet sign of abandonment.

Without hesitation, Brian pushed it open.

The house was small, overrun by weeds and cobwebs, devoid of life.

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