Chapter 17
When he walked out of the basement again, the butler handed him a handkerchief
“Mr. Everhart, the DNA test results on the remains are back. They don’t match Miss Elara’s DNA. She might not be dead”
Leander wiped his hands with the handkerchief, a flicker of light returning to his darkened eyes.
“What did you say?
“We found small tissue samples that don’t match Miss Elara’s DNA. Also, the airline reported that one passenger didn’t board that day–it could have hern Miss Elara, though there’s a chance we’re mistaken,” the butler said humbly.
This discovery gave Leander hope. As long as there was even the slightest possibility, he wouldn’t give up easily.
“In that case, we’ll search for her. Keep looking until we find where Elara is. If she didn’t have an accident, she must be hiding somewhere because she’s angry Arrange for people to search nationwide, spread the word online–whoever has information about Elara gets a reward.”
Within a week, news about Elara hit trending topics. In a video, Leander quietly recounted his and Elara’s past. They’d been married for five years and deeply in love. Before marriage, Elara had damaged her womb saving him, so he’d defied his family, endured ninety–nine lashes under family law, and decided to live child–free with his wife.
But then… his brow darkened with gloom as he described how a woman had stolen used condoms and artificially inseminated herself with his sperm, destroying his home. His parents had actually demanded she give birth to this child.
Leander’s voice was cold until he spoke of the plane crash Elara had supposedly been on–only then did his expression show emotion.
The current conclusion was that Elara, his wife, might not be dead but simply missing. So Everhart Corporation was offering substantial rewards to anyone with genuine information about Elara!
The news shocked everyone online. Many comments expressed sympathy for their love story, others condemned Marla’s actions. Given Everhart Corporation’s well–known wealth, almost everyone in the country paid attention, but no one had seen Elara.
Initially, Leander barely ate or slept, glued to online platforms, afraid of missing any information. But there was nothing–Elara seemed to have vanished from the world entirely.
Overwhelming despair crashed over him. Leander felt trapped in a dead end. Why was there no trace of Elara anywhere? Unwilling to give up, he expanded the search internationally, but aside from attracting attention, there was no useful information.
The butler approached: “Mr. Everhart, you haven’t rested in so long. Your body won’t
hold up.”
Leander stared calmly at his phone: “I’m fine. Finding Elara quickly is what matters most.”
He stood up and immediately felt dizzy, his vision going white as the world seemed to buzz around him.
He forced himself to take a step, then immediately lost consciousness and collapsed.
When Leander woke up, he found himself in a hospital.
“Mr. Everhart, you’re awake.”
Dazed for a second, he immediately grabbed his phone: “How long was I out? Is there news about Elara? Have we found her?”
Before bus trembling hands could unlock the screen, the butler spoke: “You were unconscious for three days. There’s still no news of Miss Elara, but the doctor reconunends extended rest. Otherwise, if you collapse again, you might not wake up.”
He seemed drained of all strength, his hand loosening as the phone fell.
Leander sank back onto the hospital bed, murmuring. “We must pay attention to everything, can’t miss any clues. Elara, my Elara is definitely waiting
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