Luckily, Erick, always diligent despite his busy schedule, made it a routine to call Raegan each night to confirm her safety.
This particular night, as work stretched late, Erick contemplated calling Raegan but hesitated, fearing she might already be asleep.
Choosing instead to send a text, Erick texted Raegan and resumed his tasks.
His focus returned to the upcoming celebration for the babies, mere days ahead.
To either delay Davey or capture him if needed, extensive planning and coordination were necessary at the event venue.
Erick revisited the design plans that he had scrutinized repeatedly, looking for any missed details.
By the time he set the plans aside, it was close to midnight.
He checked his phone again, yet he received no response from Raegan.
Assuming she was sleeping, he went to freshen up.
After his shower, a persistent unease nagged at him.
Erick decided to make a call to Raeganâs villa.
The phone rang repeatedly before someone finally picked up.
Victor and Judd were tasked with escorting Raeganâs babies to Ardlens, leaving only a few servants and bodyguards concealed in vehicles outside and at the villa.
âHello, who is this?â a drowsy servant inquired through the phone.
Erickâs brow furrowed, noting the servantâs deep sleep.
âItâs Erick.
Is Raegan asleep?â
Typically, Erick only needed to announce his name, as all at the villa recognized him as Raeganâs brother.
Wiping sleep from her eyes, the servant responded, âIâm not sure.
Miss hasnât been seen much today.
â
âs BunnyBookery Not seen? Erickâs anxiety mounted.
With the babies no longer there, Raegan had no reason to remain secluded in her room all day.
âCheck on her right now and report back immediately,â he instructed sharply, his tone stern.
Jolted by his urgency, the servant quickly replied, âRight away, sir!â
As the servant started to hang up, Erick interjected firmly, âDonât hang up.
Iâll wait.
â
âOkay.
Setting the phone aside, the servant hastened away to Raeganâs room.
â
Minutes later, the servantâs rapid footsteps returned to the phone.
Erickâs anxiety escalated with each passing second.
Catching her breath, the servant reported, âMr.
Foster, I knocked on Missâs room, but there was no reply.
â
Erickâs concern deepened.
Raeganâs bedroom was typically restricted to keep the babiesâ departure confidential.
But normally, she would respond to a knock.
The absence of a reply confirmed Raegan was not there.
Where had she gone?
As worry overtook him, Erick ended the call and sped toward Raeganâs villa, driven by a growing sense of alarm.
After Raeganâs previous fainting spell, she had left a spare key with Erick for emergencies.
Upon unlocking the door, Erick found the room desolate, the perfectly made bed signaling that Raegan had not come back.