Chapter 4: The unnoticed care
By the time the jet landed, it was already the next morning. Dylan was fast asleep, his body slouched against the leather seat, unaware of the landing.
Justin slowly tapped him on the shoulder and softly said, "Mr. Brooks, sir – we have landed."
Dylan stirred, his eyelids fluttering open in confusion. He looked around in surprise. He was supposed to be in the hotel. What was he doing in the private jet?
"Where are we?" he asked, perplexed.
Justin blinked in confusion. "Erm... sir, you ordered us to fly back home urgently. We just landed. Did you forget?"
Dylan frowned deeply, his mind racing to catch up with the situation. He tried to recall what had led him here. The last thing he remembered was that strange, haunting vision of Ava lying in a pool of blood. Now that he had calmed down and the panic subsided, he regretted his decision.
"Why would I want to come back?" Dylan snapped, his irritation flaring. "We had one last meeting with Mr. Thompson. You know how crucial that deal is!"
Dylan's sudden outburst took Justin aback. "But, sir... you insisted we fly back immediately," he explained, confused as to why Dylan had forgotten everything. "After hearing that Madam had been rushed to the hospital, you seemed deeply disturbed. You didn't want to wait."
Dylan grimaced, rubbing his forehead. His stomach churned at the memory of the nightmare he had.
It was weird.
He had never cared about her before. But something about that dream, about seeing her hurt, had triggered a panic he couldn't quite explain. His instinct to return home had been impulsive.