Chapter 12

The thought that Nadia might be dead pierced into Clive's heart like a jagged icicle, freezing all the blood in his body at once. The sudden, unprecedented terror and fear of loss opened their jaws wide, threatening to swallow him into the abyss. Clive shoved Verona and the other people approaching him aside. Then, he rushed out of the wedding hall like a madman, completely ignoring the cries and screams from behind. He floored the gas in his Rolls-Royce and shot off, flying down the roads and running multiple red lights until he finally reached the burned-up pile of soot and ashes that used to be the mansion housing the Youngs. The firefighters were still trying to put out the smouldering fire, and the acrid smell of dust and smoke still hung in the air. Clive tore his door open and rushed out of the car. The hopeless scene before him made him feel like an invisible hand was squeezing his heart in his chest, making it hard for him to even catch his breath. "Nadia! Nadia!" Clive