Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

Chapter 173 I’ll Never Give Up!

In the blink of an eye, an agonizing month had passed.

At 5 am in the president’s office of the towering Frost Building, Chandler stood by the window wall,

having spent the entire night there. He’d hardly slept at all that whole month. A faint shade of blue

linged the area under his eyes. It was clearly a result of prolonged sleep

deprivation.

Chandler’s perfect features appeared even more gaunt and pronounced, as he’d lost a stag gering

twenty pounds. Throughout this month,

he’d developed gastritis due to not eating properly. The sole purpose of his meals each day was to

maintain basic energy levels.

The cigarette between his fingers had burned all the way to his flesh before he flicked the butt to the

floor with delayed movements. The

premium gray carpet was littered with countless cigarette butts.

Lately, his addiction to smoking had grown worse. Unconsciously, he would smoke two packs a day.

He drank obsessively to drown his sorrows every night, unable to sleep at night and relying on intense

work during the day to distract

himself. As long as there was a moment of clarity, thoughts of Erin would take over his entire heart.

Gradually, she became a heavy shackle in his heart, a knife lodged in him forever, and he couldn’t pull

it out nor did he want to. For an

entire month, it was as if Erin had vanished from the face of the earth.

He’d dispatched wave after wave of elite personnel to search around the world, but there was still no

trace of her. Even his foreign detectives had sent a special forces team to help him find her, but for a

whole ten days, there were no leads.

That detective revealed a cruel truth to him. “Chandler, the other party has meticulously planned a

perfect kidnapping! If they don’t intend to release her, ask for any ransom, or contact anyone, they

could hide on any isolated island, deep in the mountains, or even areas yet to be inhabited. They only

need enough supplies to endure for as long as they want.”

Simply put, finding Erin was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Many kidnapped children and women were only found by their families after ten or twenty years. By

that time, it would be fortunate if they could still be found alive and unharmed. In some extreme cases

of illegal imprisonment, victims had remained captive for years before

being discovered.

As of now, no one had any clue as to Erin’s whereabouts.

Every day, Chandler felt immense agony. His lonely face held a terrifying calmness, as if it could

collapse at any moment. Only when he truly lost her did Chandler realize just how important Erin was

to him. He was willing to have a child with her, and this alone was enough to

prove the depth of his love for her.

Recently, he’d fallen into an abyss of endless regret. He regretted agreeing to Gaston’s request! Why

did he have to go and meet the heartless woman who gave birth to him and then abandoned him? Why

didn’t he cherish the most important person who was always by

his side?

Why?

One moment, Chandler was standing in place and staring at the sky; in the next moment, he suddenly

turned around and walked swiftly toward a bookshelf. With all his strength, he toppled the heavy

bookshelf to the ground, and the books rained down onto the carpet, giving

out a series of dull thuds.

That wasn’t enough to vent the abysmal despair that he felt within. He continued to search for things to

smash and threw anything he could reach to the ground forcefully!

At that moment, Kyle happened to bring Cherry to the office.

Chandler had instructed a few days ago that if Cherry came to look for him on her own, there was no

need to ask for his permission before showing her to his office. She could enter right away.

When Kyle and Cherry walked into the president’s office together, Chandler had just punched the glass

door of the liquor cabinet. His knuckles were covered in wounds, both large and small, with fresh blood

flowing from them. Each drop of blood fell onto the carpet. forming dark red spots that looked like sca

ttered flower petals.

“Mr. Frost-“Kyle looked at the man who was once at the top of the world. Seeing how tormented

Chandler was, Kyle could feel his heart shattering for his boss even as a grown man.

Cherry furrowed her brows and said, “Mr. Morn, quickly go call a doctor or bring a first aid kit!”

Her calmness brought Kyle back to his senses. “Got It! I’ll go get it.”

With that, Kyle hurriedly ran off.

Right then, Chandler turned to look at Cherry and said, “You’ve come-

He glanced around and with a hint of apology in his eyes, he said. “Sorry, it’s a mess in here. There

isn’t even a place to sit.”

Cherry looked at the man who had deceived her daughter and felt conflicted. If it’d been two weeks

ago, she would have rushed over to slap him on behalf of her daughter. But now, it had been a month

since Erin went missing, and there was still no news of her at all. Cherry desperately needed to know if

her daughter was still alive or dead, so her anger had turned into worry.

“I didn’t come here to reprimand you today, Chandler. I understand that Erin’s situation isn’t your fault.

Even if it’s truly related to you, it’s simply because she’s unlucky. She fell in love with you, and

regardless of the outcome, she took the responsibility-” Tears swam in

Cherry’s eyes.

Whenever Erin’s name was mentioned these days, she couldn’t hold back her lears. In the countless

quiet nights, she couldn’t sleep too. just like Chandler.

Chandler felt a twinge in his heart because of Cherry’s words. He suddenly turned away, not wanting

Cherry to see the bitterness welling

up in his eyes.

Cherry naturally understood his actions. Facing his back, she said, “Chandler, I just want to tell you that

Erin only has us left. If we don’t

find her and give up on her, who can she count on? So, I hope you’ll never give up on finding her.”