My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 171: The Fragile Light

Chapter 171: The Fragile Light

"And... sir..." Callum paused, his hand resting on the doorknob as he turned slightly over his shoulder. "Do you remember the kidnapping incident?" His voice was low, cautious.

Eryx looked up, brows knitting. Callum swallowed hard.

"Miss Mila’s incident," he continued, his tone tighter now. "I got a clue."

He dropped the information deliberately, his gaze locking with Eryx’s, steady and grim.

Eryx instantly stood up from the couch, his heartbeat quickening, pounding hard against his chest. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low but edged with urgency.

Callum stepped away from the door, now fully facing him. There was a heaviness in his expression, something that made Eryx’s pulse thrum louder.

"I found the woman’s daughter," Callum said. "The one who took Miss Mila. She’s alive... but she’s sick. Terminal, from what I’ve been told."

Eryx’s brows furrowed, his body frozen in place.

Callum continued, his voice quiet but steady. "The woman... she didn’t take Mila for revenge or out of hatred. She needed money. Desperately. For treatment. Her daughter’s been in and out of hospitals for months. That kidnapping... it was a last resort."

Eryx’s jaw clenched. "So she risked everything. And died for it."

Callum nodded grimly. "Yes, sir. But whoever put her up to it... they left no trace. No payment trail, no communication logs, no aliases. Nothing. It’s like they vanished before they ever appeared."

Eryx’s eyes darkened, a cold fury flickering behind them. "Is it that hard, Callum?" he asked sharply, his voice like ice. "Every crime leaves something behind. A crack, a thread, a whisper. I don’t believe in ’no trace.’ Not unless you’ve stopped looking."

Callum opened his mouth to explain, but Eryx cut him off.

"It’s been months," he said, standing straighter, authority radiating from his tone. "And you really disappoint me. If you’re coming to me with updates, make them count."

Callum lowered his gaze.

"Don’t report anything else about this," Eryx added coldly, "until you have solid evidence. No more theories. No more half-clues. Just the truth."

Silence fell between them, thick and suffocating, as Callum gave a sharp nod and quietly exited the suite.

As the door clicked shut behind Callum, Eryx stood frozen for a moment, his jaw still tight, fingers twitching slightly at his sides. The silence in the suite pressed in around him, loud in its emptiness.

Without a word, he turned and walked toward the tall window at the far end of the room. The city stretched out before him, a glittering maze of lights and motion. From up here, everything looked distant, small, controlled and almost peaceful.

But he knew better.

His reflection stared back at him in the glass, eyes sharp, hollowed slightly by frustration and something deeper, like betrayal, perhaps. The thought of Mila, his tiny, innocent daughter taken from him, rippled through his mind like a crack splitting concrete.

The thought of Mila, his tiny, innocent daughter, stolen from him in the most senseless way, rippled through his mind like a crack splitting concrete.

"She needed money..." he muttered under his breath. "So someone found her, used her, and left her to die."

His hand curled into a fist at his side.

Eryx drew a slow breath, but it caught halfway. The weight in his chest had become a permanent thing now, grief twisted into something colder. Whoever orchestrated it hadn’t just caused a death. They had shattered something inside him. Ripped away the last piece of peace he had, and left a void where everything good used to be.

Behind him, the silence was broken by a soft rustle.

Lunara shifted in the bed, her small body tangled in the blankets, one leg kicked free and her arm sprawled over the empty space where he was supposed to be. The covers had slipped halfway off, leaving her exposed to the chilled air of the suite.

Eryx turned at once.

The coldness that had gripped his face moments ago melted like frost under sunlight. His sharp features softened, his jaw unclenched, and a faint smile tugged at his lips, fragile, almost boyish in contrast to the man who had stood at the window plotting vengeance.

He walked over quietly, careful not to wake her. Gently, he pulled the blanket back over her shoulders, letting his hand linger for just a second against the curve of her back.

If anyone saw him now, no, if his enemies saw him now, they would understand right away.

Lunara was his weakness.

Not his power, not his fortune, not even the fire that burned in his chest for justice.

It was her, this small, sleeping girl with her steady breaths and warmth that reached places no light ever had. She was the only thing keeping him human.

And if anyone dared to touch her too, he wouldn’t just destroy them, he would make sure they never had a name left to be remembered.

As he smoothed the blanket over her, Lunara’s eyelids suddenly fluttered open, her gaze blurry but soft. She murmured, voice thick with sleep, "Can we... go to the Maldives again?"

Eryx’s smile deepened, a rare warmth breaking through his usual coldness. "The Maldives?" he echoed gently.

She nodded, curling into the blanket, small fingers clutching the fabric. "I miss the smell of the beach... the salty air. And the waves... They made me feel safe."

He crouched beside the bed, his voice low and tender. "We’ll go back. Soon. You’ll have all the beaches you want."

Lunara yawned, settling back into sleep, her breathing slowing to a peaceful rhythm.

Eryx watched her for a moment longer, the heaviness in his chest lifting slightly. The soft rise and fall of her chest reminded him of what mattered most, the simple, quiet moments that gave him strength.

For all the darkness waiting outside, this little moment of calm was his sanctuary, his reminder of what he was fighting for.

And no matter what came next, he would protect this fragile light with everything he had.

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