The Smith mansion's grand foyer was ablaze with activity, its usually tranquil atmosphere replaced by frantic concern.
Ethan paced the marble floor, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he struggled to contain his rising anger.
His eyes blazed with fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in a tight line.
"Where is Julian?" he demanded, his voice thundering through the hallway like a tempest.
Lucas, his younger brother, stood beside him, eyes scanning the room with a mix of worry and confusion.
"I don't know, Ethan. I haven't seen him since dinner," Lucas replied, his voice laced with concern.
Ethan's anger boiled over, his face reddening.
"How could you not know? You're his brother!" he exploded.
Lucas's expression turned defensive, his shoulders squaring.
"I was in my room, sleeping. I didn't hear anything," he protested.
Ethan's gaze narrowed, his eyes slicing through Lucas's words.
"Find him. Now," he commanded.