To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 149

After some cold compresses, Lina's scalded leg felt a lot better, but she still needed to go to the hospital.

The restaurant owner insisted on waiving their bill.

"What about the woman who got burned by the soup with her?" Brian asked.

He still cared about her, even now.

Lina lowered her head, a flash of resentment crossing her eyes.

"The man she came with carried her out," she replied. "Said she needed to change her clothes."

Brian's gaze grew dark and unreadable.

…

Elara woke to find herself in a spacious room.

But aside from the bed beneath her, there was nothing—no windows, no furniture, just four blank walls.

She'd been changed into a plain, long cotton dress. Her neck still ached where a needle had pricked her.

Barely two minutes later, Wayne entered with a sour-faced woman in a white lab coat.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Elara tried to sit up, but her limbs felt weak and useless.

Wayne pulled out his phone and showed her a photo, a sly, chilling smile curling his lips.

"Don't you think you look a lot like her?"

It was a digitally manipulated photo—a composite face. Elara didn't think the resemblance was that strong, maybe sixty or seventy percent at best.

"My girlfriend wants a baby that looks like her," Wayne said, still smiling that cold smile. "If your eggs work, I can finally marry her. I've tried with a lot of women over the years, but it's never worked out. You're number thirty-seven. Maybe you'll be the one."

Elara's scalp tingled with horror.

How could she have ended up in the hands of someone this twisted?

"Did Lina put you up to this? Did she lure me to you?"

"Lina? Who's that?" Wayne looked genuinely puzzled.

Elara ignored his question, her voice trembling. "You know kidnapping and coercion are both crimes, right? Let me go!"

Wayne strode over and tried to lift her.

"If the procedure's successful, I'll let you go. I promise. It won't take long."

The moment he touched her, Elara started thrashing wildly.

"You sick freak! Don't touch me! Let me go!"

Summer scoured the restaurant from top to bottom, but Elara was nowhere to be found.

She tried calling her cell—switched off.

Wayne's number, on the other hand, rang through.

But he insisted that he and Elara had parted ways right outside the restaurant, and he had no idea where she'd gone.

Summer felt panic rising, the world closing in around her.

She spent the whole night anxiously waiting for news, but nothing came.

Desperate, she got up at dawn and went straight to Platinum Bay to wait for Brian.

After all, in the group dinner photo Elara had sent her last night, Wayne wasn't the only one there—Brian and Lina were, too.

As the Maybach slowly rolled out through the Platinum Bay gates, Summer suddenly darted into the street.

Yves Caldwell slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding her.

"Miss Calloway, you may have nine lives, but please don't throw any of them away," Yves said as he hurried out of the car to check if she was hurt.

"Where's Brian? Tell him to come down here," Summer demanded.

Yves's brow twitched. He reminded her, "Miss Calloway, even Dr. Calloway wouldn't speak to Mr. Vincent in that tone. Please, mind your words."