Chapter 258 Aidan Gives Up

• The quiet hum of the laptop filled the small room, the only sound breaking through the stillness of the evening. Aidan sat hunched over his desk, eyes focused on the screen as he scrolled through endless emails, hoping—praying—that there would be something, anything, of importance. His fingers moved absentmindedly on the trackpad, the action mechanical, as if his body were moving on autopilot while his mind drifted elsewhere.
• But nothing. No new information. No new leads. Just the same old silence that had been haunting him for months.
• A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. It had been eight long months since he arrived in the UK, and despite his best efforts—despite hiring one of the best private investigators money could buy—there was no trace of Emily. No hint of her existence. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air, leaving behind nothing but fading memories and unanswered questions.