CHAPTER 80: The figurative on the run

　　The morning had been a whirlwind of tension and chaos but John was running on pure adrenaline. He stood beside the hospital director, his jaw clenched in fury and his eyes dark with determination. He couldn’t believe Isabelle had slipped through his fingers. After everything, after all the resources he’d poured into finding her, she was still one step ahead but not for long.

　　"Where is she?" John snapped at the director, his patience hanging by a thread. The sterile hospital walls felt like they were closing in on him as he waited for answers.

　　The director, clearly nervous, wiped the sweat from his brow. "Mr. Thomas, I assure you, we are doing everything in our power to locate Isabelle. This is highly unusual. Our hospital is not a place where people simply disappear."

　　John narrowed his eyes. "She’s here, or she was here. If you can’t find her for me, I’ll have your entire hospital shut down. Do you understand? No one crosses me, especially not my wife."