Durrell Landon finished watching the surveillance footage without saying a word. Instead, he seemed unusually calm—so calm it was unsettling, and Julian Haworth felt a chill.
He quickly spoke to reassure him: "Durrell, Knight Tamworth has already sent people to search for her. I'm sure we'll find her soon."
Durrell didn't respond, only preparing to get out of bed.
Seeing Durrell's movement, Julian's head began to ache, and he hurried to stop him.
"Oliver said you have to stay in bed for a month, otherwise you might be left with lasting effects."
Durrell insisted, "I want to be discharged."
Julian, rarely so firm, replied, "No way..."
His body was far too weak—Durrell hadn't expected there would be a day he'd be pinned to a bed by Julian, unable to move.
After a long moment, he finally spoke helplessly:
"Then help me find someone."
To ensure that Durrell could rest quietly, Julian agreed to whatever he asked.
"Who do you want me to find?"
"Ian Donovan. A psychologist."
