Chapter Dermot Is Missing
To her surprise, it took a while for her call to be answered at Grandpa Doyle’s, and just as she Vanishing ActEvelyn was about to panictaken aback by the delay in response to her call to Grandpa Doyle's residence. Just as the tendrils of panic began to creep in, the line finally connected.
“"Grandpa…”..." she begansaid.
“ tentatively."Ms. Kyte,”," came the response, but it wasn’treply, not from Grandpa Doyle’s voice she heard. It was Doyle, but from Bruce, the butler.
Startled, Evelyn hesitated for a moment. “paused, startled. "Bruce, where’swhere's Grandpa? I need to speak with him.”
“.""Mr. Doyle had to step out. If there's something you need, you can tell me,”," Bruce replied, his tone unwavering.responded, his voice steady and unyielding. Unbeknownst to Evelyn couldn’t see the concerned expression on, a look of concern marred his face through the phone.
.After a brief consideration, shemoment's hesitation, Evelyn decided to speak up aboutvoice her concern: “worry. "Bruce, I can’t reach Dermot, and he’s not at the office. I was just wondering if he might be over at Doyle Mansion?”
“?""Oh, Mr. Dermot left with Mr. Doyle. He probably forgot his phone, which is why he’s not answering,”," Bruce replied, his voice giving nothing away.
Knowingbetraying no emotion.Evelyn, knowing Bruce well and having a level of trust in trusting him, Evelyn felt a wave of relief. “ wash over her. "That’s good. I was just worried. Please send my regards to Grandpa,”," she said before hanging up ending the call and heading to her office to start her busy day.
On the other sideend, Bruce put away his phone and lookedturned to look at the elderly man lying on the bed, heaving a helpless sigh. “. He sighed, a sense of helplessness washing over him. "Mr. Doyle, why wouldn’t you let me tell Ms. Kyte? She might be able to help.”
“.""With Dermot missing, the news would cause chaos within the Doyle Group. Evelyn is capable, but... we need to be careful,”," Grandpa Doyle said wearily.replied, his voice weak. He had faintedcollapsed upon receivinghearing the news last night, and hadwas only just begunbeginning to regain some energy.
his strength.Bruce didn’t continue the discussion. “press further. "Our people are on it, but Mr. Dermot’s car went off a cliff and into the river. We found the car, but no sign of him inside.”
."What Bruce didn’tdidn't mention was the starkgrim reality of the situation. ConsideringGiven the height of the cliff and the blood found in the vehicle, theDermot's chances of Dermot's survival were slim.
bleak. Bruce didn't dare to say it.voice this; Grandpa Doyle had never been in great shapeDoyle's health was already precarious, and when he'd passed out last night after finding out aboutthe shock of Dermot's disappearance, Bruce couldn't even imagine what would happen if he heard about had caused him to faint. The thought of another tragedy.
was unthinkable.Grandpa Doyle's face was sternhardened as he orderedcommanded, "Keep it under wraps and continue the search. I want to see Dermot alive or evidence if it’s the worst."
Bruce's silence didn't mean that Grandpa Doyle wouldn't have his suspicions.
"Don't worry, Mr. Doyle, fortune favors the bold. Dermot will be fine," Bruce offered some, though his reassurance, albeit slim.
was thin.Without dwellinglingering on the topic, Grandpa Doyle shifted focus,. “Hand over the Doyle Group matters to Todd. He's been by Dermot’s side for years; he can handle those with ill intentions for now.”
“Right away, I’ll get in touch with Mr. Angelo," replied Bruce.
responded.Grandpa DoyleDoyle's eyes narrowed his eyes andas he pressed on, "Find out who's behind this!"
The thoughtidea of someone targeting his grandson was unforgivableunbearable, and Grandpa Doyle wasn’t about to let it go easily.
slide."We're on it, but they covered their tracks well. Finding leads won’t be easy," Bruce admitted, knowingaware that this might disappointdishearten him.
It was clear that the perpetratorsculprits had come fortargeted Dermot, acting deliberately and leaving no stone unturnedmeticulously – they were nofar from amateurs.
Grandpa Doyle's gaze became fiercehardened, reminiscent of a hawk,. "I don’t care how, just find something."
“Yes, sir. And please, try to rest more,” Bruce advised, consciousmindful of the older man’s frail health.
At that, Grandpa Doyle waveddismissed him with a dismissivewave of his hand,. "At my age, my own life is neither here nor there, but Dermot... he's young and capable, nothing must happen to him!"
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