~ Jessica's mansion~
It had been more than 72 hours since they vanished from the scene of the attack, and just as Jessica had predicted, Desmond had declared them missing.
He had done that without even sending out the Allen's family security service and search team which Davis has always equipped and financed for any eventualities.
Davis sat in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the television screen, which hadn't stopped speculating about his time in the Allen family, his tragic accident, and now—his mysterious disappearance following another attack. The media was relentless, feeding the public with endless theories and imagination.
Jessica entered the bedroom carrying a tray of freshly cut fruits. Davis immediately beckoned her closer. She walked toward him, and without a word, he took the plate from her hands, setting it on the bedside table before effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.
