Chapter 159 William is Missing
"Can't get through?" Juniper asked, eyes wide. "Is he busy or something?"
"His phone's off." Margaret's face darkened. He said he'd come pick her up. Why's he suddenly MIA?
"Maybe his phone died," Juniper suggested.
Margaret nodded. "Let's chill here for a bit. He'll show up once he's done."
They plopped down on the couch, and Margaret's eyes were glued to the door.
"Margaret, don't stress. Maybe he's planning some big surprise and will pop up any second." Juniper patted her shoulder, trying to cheer her up.
"Yeah," Margaret mumbled, lost in thought. A weird feeling crept up on her, like something big was about to go down.
After a moment, Margaret dialed Peter's number.
"Hey, Ms. Scott." Peter's voice came through the phone.
Margaret bit her lip. "Is William at the office?"
"Mr. Fisher? He didn't show up today," Peter sounded confused. "Isn't he with you?"
"What? He didn't go to the office?" Margaret's heart skipped a beat. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Peter's voice was firm.
William was supposed to meet a client today, but Peter hadn't seen him, and his phone was off. Peter figured William turned off his phone to avoid interruptions since it was his engagement day.
Now, hearing from Margaret, Peter was puzzled. "Ms. Scott, I thought Mr. Fisher was with you. I even canceled his meetings. Aren't you guys together?"
"No, if you see or hear from him, let me know ASAP," Margaret said, her voice tight.
"Got it, Ms. Scott. I'll have someone look for him and keep you posted." Peter agreed.
After hanging up, Margaret's anxiety spiked.
"What's up?" Juniper asked, worried.
"He's not at the office," Margaret frowned.
The uneasy feeling in her gut grew stronger. Where the heck did William go? He said he was going to the office this morning. Why's he missing now? And his phone's off. William wasn't the type to just vanish. How could he disappear like this? And today of all days—their engagement ceremony.
Did something happen to him?
Margaret suddenly stood up. "I'm going out to find him."
Juniper quickly followed. "I'm coming with you."
Margaret didn't bother changing out of her dress and stormed out, lifting her skirt.
"Wait up." Juniper chased after her and grabbed her arm. "Margaret, chill. Do you even know where to look for William?"
Margaret shook her head, then had an idea. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Anthony's number.
"Margaret, isn't today your big day? How do you have time to call me?" Anthony joked. "Aren't you worried your fiancé will get jealous?"
Margaret frowned, her voice sharp and urgent. "Anthony, I need you to track a phone number, like, right now."
"Huh?" Anthony was taken aback by her serious tone. "What's so important about this number?"
"Just do it and get back to me ASAP!" Margaret snapped, her face tense.
After hanging up, she quickly sent William's number to Anthony. Not long after, Anthony replied: [I can only narrow it down to somewhere near Crystal Summit on the outskirts of town.]
Margaret's face tightened. Crystal Summit? What's William doing out there? He wouldn't go that far without a reason. Was it something serious? Or did something happen to him?
Panicking, Margaret grabbed Juniper and flagged down a cab, heading straight for Crystal Summit.
"Miss, Crystal Summit is a big area. Got a specific spot in mind?" The cab driver glanced back at Margaret, clearly puzzled by her urgency.
Margaret, looking elegant but stressed, replied, "Just head towards Crystal Summit for now. I'll figure out the exact spot later."
She quickly texted Anthony again: [Anthony, can you get a more precise location?]
Ten minutes later, Anthony replied: [Sorry, that's the best I can do. No luck getting a more exact spot.]
Meanwhile, at the hospital, William stared at the woman lying on the bed, deep in thought.
The plum blossom-shaped birthmark on her shoulder, her calling him "William," it all matched Marjorie from back then. But why did she seem so unfamiliar when she fainted in his arms?
'Is she really Marjorie?' William's face was cold, his thoughts drifting.
Suddenly, a soft "William" snapped him back to reality. He looked down to see Angel slowly opening her eyes. Her pale lips moved as she spoke, excited and incredulous, "William, is it really you? Did you save me?"
William's deep eyes scanned the woman on the bed, his voice cold. "What's your name?"
Angel struggled to sit up, leaning against the bed, and looked at him with affection. "William, my name is Angel, but my middle name is Marjorie."
"Angel?" William frowned. The name didn't ring a bell.
"Yeah." Angel nodded. "William, we were kidnapped together and locked in a small dark room. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
William's usually indifferent expression showed a slight change. They were indeed kidnapped and locked in a small dark room. Everything she mentioned matched.
"William, you must remember me, right? Those kidnappers were so fierce, and they even set dogs on us. I was afraid of the dark, and you were afraid of dogs. I said I would protect you and not let the big dogs bite you," Angel continued.
The scene from back then replayed in his mind. In the pitch-black room, little Marjorie held him, her childish voice saying, "William, don't be afraid. I'm very strong. I'll protect you."
William's thin lips moved. "Marjorie? Are you really Marjorie?"
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