Alyssa, with a fiery gaze, stared straight at the seemingly endless road ahead of her.

She followed the GPS route and drove herself in the black car toward Rose Nursing Home.

She had also switched her phone off per Jameson's instruction.

She knew Miley would soon realize her absence from the presidential office and would undoubtedly launch a city-wide search.

She would also track the location of her phone.

Green flashes blurred past the window as she sped along.

The steering wheel was gripped tightly in her hands, her brow furrowed in concentration.

An hour later, her car glided to a stop in the flower-filled courtyard of the nursing home.

Cautiously, Alyssa stepped out and surveyed her surroundings.

To her surprise, the home seemed to operate normally.

Cars belonging to visitors filled the courtyard, and people moved about with ease.

appearance, Alyssa remained vigilant as

was adorned with colorful paintings and vibrant

care, creating a

"Hi, miss.

Are you Ms.

caregiver approached her

Alyssa furrowed her brows.

you know me?"

largest investors, showed me a photo of

to wait for your arrival and bring

am I supposed

mother." Alyssa's

"Mr.

said you haven't seen

in a long

much and has

the back garden, where

elegant yet delicate figure in a wheelchair by the lake, with their back turned to

It was Lily.

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