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"Get the helicopter ready immediately, we're going to Lian City!"

"What happened?" Grayson Quinn asked, puzzled, having never seen Mason Nightshade like this before.

Mason's face was somber for a moment. After a brief silence, he said, "Aurelia is missing."

Grayson: "!"

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The plane quickly landed atop the Lian City Central Hospital. Mason descended swiftly and walked briskly inside. On his way here, he had already informed the people on this side to launch a large-scale search, and to notify him immediately if there was any news of Aurelia Shaw.

Ursa Miller was about to cry. She had just searched the hospital again, but couldn't find her at all! She wanted to look outside, but feared that she would miss Mason if he arrived. As she anxiously paced back and forth, she suddenly caught sight of Mason.

"Young Master, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have called the Young Madam. I shouldn't have let her come. It's all my fault. If anything happens to her, I can't make up for it, even with my life," Ursa sobbed uncontrollably.

It was evident she was truly frightened.

Mason didn't have the patience; his brows furrowed severely. He didn't care about anyone else. If something really happened to Aurelia, he'd demand a literal life repayment!

"You do deserve to die, letting her be alone at night!" She has somnambulism, and in such an unfamiliar city, by herself...

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he felt, unsure what might befall her.

"Grayson, send more people to look!" Mason's voice was trembling as he said this.

Grayson understood Mason's worry. Though he hadn't voiced it, Grayson still arranged for someone at the agency to keep a discreet watch, so they could inform him immediately if anyone resembling Aurelia was in trouble that night.

Hopefully, there wouldn't be any accidents.

Late at night, a piercingly cold wind chilled to the bone. Aurelia hugged herself, crouching in the bushes. Her frail body shivered, lips purple, long hair disheveled and covering half her form, bare feet pressing against the icy ground, huddled together, desperately seeking refuge further inside the thicket.

She had no idea how much time had passed. A burst of hurried footsteps passed by, causing her to tremble and burrow deeper into the brush. The person seemed to sense something, stopping, and quickly approached her.

The dense footsteps were like a flood, overwhelming, as though the night itself wanted to swallow her.

"Ah!" Her arm was grabbed, and she screamed, struggling frantically. Her tear-streaked face lifted, some marks already dry, she wasn't sure how long she'd been crying. Her almond eyes were red and swollen, brimming with unshed tears, her voice quivering, "Let me go! Help, don't hurt me! Ah! Let go!"

"Aurelia, Aurelia." Mason enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly, his arms trembling, his shivering lips pressed a kiss to her forehead as he softly reassured her, "Don't be afraid, it's me. I'm Mason Nightshade. I'm here, I'm right here, don't be afraid."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have given you the cold shoulder. I shouldn't have left you alone. It's all my fault." Mason repeatedly kissed her forehead. She shook uncontrollably in his arms, and his heart ached sharply in response.

What had he done!

He promised he wouldn't let her be hurt again, promised he wouldn't let her grieve anymore, yet what was he doing now!

He hated himself more for not taking good care of her than he felt heartache for her.

"Mason? Who's Mason Nightshade?" Her voice, as light as a mosquito's buzz, emerged from his embrace. Aurelia clung tightly to Mason's clothing, wanting to push him away, but there was an inexplicable warmth on his body that she craved, reluctant to push away, and she couldn't help but snuggle further into his embrace.

The cold, bone-piercing feeling was now much warmer.