Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Searching for Wyatt Shaw

"Are you and your husband having a fight?" the police officer asked Yvonne Sutton at the station, taking notes as he spoke.

Yvonne Sutton paused. "It’s not exactly a fight."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it?"

"We were planning to get divorced. We had an appointment at the registry office this morning."

"And that doesn’t count as a fight? It’s serious enough to lead to divorce!"

The officer continued to write, looking rather exasperated.

"Can you send someone out as soon as possible?" Yvonne Sutton asked, her voice laced with anxiety.

The officer put down his pen and looked up at Yvonne Sutton, momentarily speechless.

"First of all, he’s an adult. Second, he took his luggage and his car, which clearly indicates he was prepared to leave home. That’s not what we call ’missing.’ Furthermore, you two are getting a divorce, and it’s obvious he doesn’t want to, so he ran away on purpose. Considering all this, we can’t dispatch any officers. You should just wait a bit longer. You’ll probably hear from him in a couple of days."

"But his mental state isn’t... isn’t very good."

Yvonne had wanted to say he wasn’t well, but Wyatt wasn’t really at that point.

The officer peered at the surveillance footage of Wyatt Shaw. "Your husband doesn’t look like he has any mental issues, does he?"

"He was in a car accident."

"Do you have any medical reports regarding his mental state?"

"No."

The officer was speechless again for a moment. "Ma’am, why don’t you try contacting his friends? Perhaps they know something. Of course, if there’s still no word from him after a few days, you can come back and file another report."

After leaving the police station, Yvonne Sutton called Silas Rhodes. They agreed to meet at a coffee shop.

"My uncle ran away from home?" Silas Rhodes exclaimed in shock.

Seeing the next table look over, Yvonne shushed Silas. "I don’t know if you’d call it ’running away from home,’ but he’s gone, and I can’t reach him."

Silas quickly pulled out his phone to call Wyatt, but it was still off.

Silas was bewildered. "Why would he run away? Everything seemed fine."

Yvonne had no choice but to tell Silas about their plans to divorce. "We’ve been having some problems."

Silas was doubly shocked. It took him a moment to compose himself before he spoke. "So my uncle ran away because he doesn’t want to divorce you?"

Yvonne fell silent. ’That reason seems obvious enough, but I have a feeling there’s more to it.’

"Yvonne, try not to worry too much," Silas said. "My uncle is a grown man; he can take care of himself. I bet he’ll be back in a few days. You two can have a proper talk then."

"I guess all I can do is wait. But I was hoping you could use your connections to look for him over the next few days. I’m really worried about him."

After some thought, Yvonne decided not to tell Silas about Wyatt’s unstable mental state. ’He definitely wouldn’t want the people closest to him to know.’

"All right, I’ll see what I can do."

After parting with Silas, Yvonne went to The Lucky Spoon Diner to tell them about Wyatt’s disappearance.

"I’ll skip a couple of runs and free up some time to go look for him," David Sutton said.

"I’ll close the diner for now. My wife and I will go look for him, too," Chad Miller added.

’They knew Wyatt’s past, knew about places she didn’t. Maybe they could find him.’

"Thank you. I’m sorry to trouble you all," Yvonne said.

"Don’t say that. He’s our brother. If he were really in trouble, we’d risk our lives for him without a second thought," David Sutton said, thumping his chest.

"Hush, now. What’s all this talk about risking lives? Wyatt just went out to clear his head. It’s nothing serious," Mrs. Miller said, patting Yvonne’s shoulder. "So don’t you worry too much. Wyatt has always been level-headed."

"I just hope he comes to his senses and contacts me soon," Yvonne sighed.

Over the next few days, Yvonne searched for Wyatt while juggling her visits to the hospital to care for Mr. Rhodes, all while hiding the fact that Wyatt was missing. Daisy Shaw asked to speak with Wyatt several times, but Yvonne always managed to put her off with an excuse.

Then one day, Silas sent her an address.

"He’s at this hotel in Aethelgard. My uncle’s staying here. Yvonne, you should hurry over and find him."

Since it was late, Yvonne had Mr. Webb drive her to the hotel.

Yvonne got out at the hotel entrance while Mr. Webb went to park the car.

Just as she was about to head inside, someone grabbed her from behind.

Yvonne turned and saw it was Vincent Reed.

She shook his arm off. "What are you doing here?"

"Wyatt has been missing for days. You’re here to find him, aren’t you? He’s in there with another woman, isn’t he? You’re here to catch them in the act, right?" Vincent’s eyes grew brighter with each question.

Yvonne’s eyes narrowed. "Have you been following me?"

"I’m here to help you."

"How did you know I was here looking for Wyatt?"

Vincent cleared his throat. "Never mind how I know. The point is, you can’t handle both of them alone. I have to help you!"

"Hah! You psycho!"

Yvonne needed to corner Wyatt and had no time to argue with Vincent. She turned and walked into the hotel, and Vincent followed right behind her.

After confirming the details with the front desk, she took the elevator to the fifteenth floor.

Arriving at Room 1503, she knocked. She waited for a moment, but when no one answered, she knocked again a few more times.

"He knows it’s you," Vincent said, rushing up to her. "He’s probably trying to figure out how to hide his little mistress right now."

"Vincent, even if Wyatt *is* in there with another woman, what business is it of yours?"

"I’m helping you!"

"I don’t need your help!"

"I have an obligation to help you!"

Yvonne was both furious and speechless. ’Looks like that lesson from Wyatt didn’t stick at all.’

Vincent thought for a second, took a step back, and then kicked the door with all his might.

"Vincent!" Yvonne roared.

"Wyatt, open the door! I know you’re in there! Are you even a man? Stop cowering in there like a turtle in its shell! If you’ve got any guts, open this door! If you’re man enough to cheat with other women, then just divorce Yvonne! Stop tormenting her!"

Vincent kicked the door again and again, shouting all the while. Guests from neighboring rooms started to peek out to see what the commotion was about.

Before long, the hotel manager came running over to stop him.

"Why aren’t you opening the door?! The guest hasn’t made a sound! Something could have happened to him in there!" Vincent yelled, trying to scare the manager.

The manager froze for a second, then called housekeeping to ask about the room.

Housekeeping confirmed that the guest hadn’t requested any services for several days. They’d knocked, too, but had gotten no response.

As soon as the manager heard this, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Go get the master key card! Now!"

Yvonne had been about to scold Vincent for his wild accusations, but when she saw the manager send someone for a key card, she kept quiet. The card arrived quickly, and they hurriedly opened the door.

Vincent was the first to charge in, but the room was empty. And by the looks of it, it had been empty for several days.

After all that chaos, it was past midnight by the time Yvonne left the hotel. Vincent was still trailing behind her.

"Vincent, I’m warning you. Stop following me, or I’ll report you to the police for harassment!"

"Yvonne, I’m just concerned about you. Don’t be so ungrateful."

"Then fine, I’m ungrateful. Just stop ’being concerned’ about me, all right?"

"I have a responsibility and an obligation."

Yvonne felt an overwhelming urge to crack his skull open and see what was wrong with his brain. Just as her frustration was about to boil over, she spotted someone hiding behind a pillar, taking pictures of them.