Damian paced back and forth in his office, restless. He had just received a message from one of his friends.

\[Hey, have you heard? Your ex-wife Elena's son, Alva, was kidnapped... but she said she found him. He's now being treated at the central hospital.]

Thump.

The message hit his chest like a hammer.

"Why didn’t Elena tell me about this? I’m Alva’s biological father, after all," he muttered angrily.

Without thinking, Damian grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the office. But just before he reached the front door—

"Darling, where are you going?" Isabella’s cold voice stopped him.

Damian halted.

"To the hospital. Alva—my son—was kidnapped. He’s been...