Inside the hotel suite.
Ronan Keating, upon learning that Tristan Keating had arrived, hurriedly came to see him.
"Dad, why are you in Aethelgard?"
Tristan Keating snorted coldly, "I didn’t know you had become so bold, delaying your wedding with The Truman Family without my consent."
Claire Truman stood beside Tristan Keating, her head bowed without speaking, looking delicate and pitiful.
Ronan Keating pressed his lips together and remained silent.
"Is it because of that woman?" Tristan Keating’s sharp eyes fixed on Ronan Keating, sharply asking, "Did you postpone your wedding with Claire for such a woman?"
"Dad, I just wanted to take a break."
Ronan felt a bit guilty towards Claire, but he was confused and wanted to sort out his feelings properly.
Seeing him in this state, Tristan Keating snorted coldly, "Take a break from what? You will have to marry Claire eventually.
I’m not going to say much, I’ve already spoken to The Truman Family, the wedding date remains unchanged."
Claire glanced at Ronan and said softly, "Ronan, we’ve already notified all the media about our wedding press conference.
If we delay it, I’ll be ridiculed by everyone."
Claire is a celebrity; her relationship status has always been the focus of everyone’s attention.
She deliberately wanted to press Ronan; only by settling the matter in public could she hold onto Ronan.
Ronan wanted to say something, but Tristan Keating didn’t give him a chance and directly said, "For Claire’s press conference, you will accompany her and announce your wedding date."
His attitude was forceful and incontrovertible, giving Ronan no chance to resist.
The reason Tristan Keating came to Aethelgard was to bring Ronan back; since Claire was holding a press conference, he would stay a couple more days.
Ronan sighed silently, looking defeated, as if he had accepted the reality.
Yvette Ray, as usual, bought a bunch of stuff and returned to the villa, and after opening the door, didn’t see Moira Ray’s figure.
She shouted, "Moira, Mommy’s back, and I bought your favorite strawberry cake!"
The spacious villa was silent.
Yvette assumed Moira was playing hide and seek with her and started looking for her.
But she didn’t see Moira behind the curtains, under the bed, or in the closet.
Gradually, Yvette began to panic a little.
She had a bad premonition.
The housekeeper only came every other day, and today wasn’t her day, while Ethan Finch was at the lab.
Yvette took out her phone and dialed Ethan Finch’s number.
She asked shakily, "Hello, Ethan, did you take Moira out?"
"No, when I left, she was still at home. What’s wrong? Is Moira missing? Is she hiding and playing games with you?"
Yvette was so anxious she was about to cry.
"No! I’ve looked everywhere; there’s no sign of her in the villa."
Ethan immediately tried to calm Yvette, "Don’t worry, I’ll be back right away, wait for me at the villa."
After hanging up, Yvette slumped to the ground, weak and powerless.
Moira Ray was her motivation to keep living all these years; if anything happened to Moira, she feared she wouldn’t have the will to go on.
Soon after, Ethan arrived.
The two searched the villa inside and out once more, still finding no sign of Moira Ray.
Yvette was utterly convinced that Moira Ray was missing.
She leaned against Ethan’s chest, seeming soulless, "What do we do? Where did Moira go? Could she have been taken by bad people?"
Suddenly, her phone dinged with a message.
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