Chapter 964

John lifted his head from the mountain of documents, his deep, usually unreadable eyes now bloodshot from exhaustion. His voice came low, every word measured, heavy: "Jane is my sister too. And Lucas is my brother. Mom’s will entrusted me with their care. Do you think I don’t want to find them—now, when they’re missing?" Jordan’s fury deflated like a punctured tire. The fire in his chest cooled into a dull ache as he looked into John’s eyes—red-rimmed, raw, and haunted. These past days hadn’t been easy for any of them, but John, the eldest, had carried the heaviest weight. He hadn’t slept. Had barely eaten. First, they had waited out the storm. Then, when the skies cleared, John moved fast—mobilizing top-tier search and rescue units. When the island vanished without a trace, he summoned ocean current analysts, hydrologists, and meteorologists, trying to track where the wreckage—or survivors—could have drifted. When that yielded nothing, he doubled down. Combed the coast, organized loca