Chapter 93: I Want You To……
"Zylan... Zylan..." Naomi whispered, her voice trembling as fear gripped her chest. Her heart pounded wildly, each frantic beat resonating in her ears. She sat frozen on the maple floor for a fleeting moment, her golden eyes darting around the room. Anxiety gnawed at her, clawing at her insides like a feral beast.
Finally, the suffocating silence became unbearable. She stood abruptly, her legs unsteady as she stumbled toward the door, and the polished floor sent a sharp chill up her bare feet. Without a second thought, she flung the door open and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.
"Zylan!" she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. The echo of her cry reverberated down the long corridor, but the mansion remained eerily silent. Naomi’s breathing quickened, her chest heaving as guilt and dread wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud.
This is my fault.
The thought stabbed at her, relentless and unforgiving. Tears blurred her vision, but she kept moving, her footsteps faltering as panic overtook her.
"Zylan!" she called again, her voice raw and breaking. Her plea vanished into the emptiness, swallowed by the stillness of the grand halls. Shadows danced on the walls, their movements unsettling, as though mocking her helplessness.
Naomi didn’t care. Fear tightened its grip on her, but it couldn’t stop her. The walls of the mansion seemed to close in around her, suffocating her as she pushed forward. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out, but she forced herself onward.
Suddenly, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows ahead, his presence abrupt and startling. Naomi stumbled to a halt, her breath catching in her throat as she squinted through her tears.
"Mrs. Naomi," Rylan said evenly, his voice cutting through the silence. His dark eyes held a cautious calm, though his lips were pressed into a firm line.
Naomi’s lips quivered, her tears flowing freely now. She shook her head violently. "Please, where is he? Where is Zylan?" Her voice broke into a desperate whisper. "I need to see him. I have to..."
Rylan hesitated, his expression unreadable as he stepped closer. His movements were slow, measured, as though approaching something fragile. "Mrs Naomi, please calm down. He’s fine," he assured her, though his tone betrayed a flicker of unease.