NABC Chapter 193 Did he arrive too late?
Chapter 193 Did he arrive too late?
Meanwhile, a few hours earlier —
Ryan had been working in his office, too engrossed in his work when the ringing phone on the side broke his focus. His brows tugged in a frown before he reached out to check who it was.
Seeing it was South City Hospital calling, he accepted the call, answering, "Hello!"
"M-Mr. Foster!" an aged voice greeted, but one could feel the underlying panic behind that simple tone of greeting. "I am Sister Ambrosina calling from, South City Hospital. This is regarding Ms. Ember."
Ryan's brows furrowed before he asked, "What happened to her?"
"Sir, your relative has suddenly disappeared," The head nurse informed slowly as if still contemplating something. "We can't find her anywhere here. We have tried checking her whereabouts through our surveillance camera but there are broken and —"
Before she could finish it, Ryan's voice came with a boom, "What the hell does that mean? She was a patient under your hospital's care, your responsibility. How can you not know where she had gone?" He stood up already ready to leave for the hospital.
The head nurse didn't reply immediately, rather taking a small pause, she said, "Sir, I know somewhere we are at fault too, but please hear us out first. This matter may be more sensitive than it looks."@@@@
"What do you mean?" he asked, his frown getting deeper.
The nurse slowly began, "Mr. Foster, to us it seems like Ms. Ember has gotten kidnapped. We have already informed the police. It will be good if you can reach here soon too."
Ryan's expression only turned worse at that. But having no other choice, he said, "I will be there soon." With that, he hung up the call, ready to leave his office at once. But just when he was about to reach the door, he received another call.
His brows knitted when he realized that it was a private number. "Hello," he answered. "Who is this?"
Was he being wrongly directed?
That idea wasn't unfathomable. He should have been wise to check before making a move.
His eyes darted to look around and truly there was no one present around. How was he so stupid to fall for it?
Believing that he had fallen for the tricks, he was about to leave when suddenly a frail, meek voice caught his attention.
"R-Ryan, is t-that you?"
The voice was so soft that for a second he thought he was having some kind of illusions. "Del!" he called, turning around to look for her. But there seemed no trace of her.
"Del, are you here?" Calling again he walked further in, but still there came no response.
Just when she was about to turn and leave once more, something caught his eye in the corner. His eyes narrowed, and when he identified it as a person's fingers, his heart dropped. He rushed forward to check.
And the moment he did, his soul felt like it was leaving his body.
There, crumpled on the floor, was Delyth —dishevelled, bloodied, and barely conscious.
"Del!" Ryan's voice cracked as he knelt beside her, his hand shaking as he gently reached out to touch her.
Did he arrive too late?