In recent days, Chloe wasn't the only one suffering.

Ethan wasn't doing any better. He barely ate or drank anything, nor did he rest or sleep.

He was very tightly wound. The search for Olivia was constantly on his mind.

It pained Kelvin to see Ethan in such a weakened state.

"Mr Miller, you should at least eat something. Your body won't be able to hold out at this rate."

Ethan's throat was parched, and his lips were chapped. Brent hurriedly got him a cup of tea.

Ethan was only barely able to speak after downing a cup of warm tea, but his voice was still hoarse.

"The thing I had you investigate?"

"The surveillance on the elevator was already destroyed when we got there. There isn't any useful footage.

"But we uncovered their link with an international organization through their kidnapping of Ms. Carlton."

"What organization?"

"The Toxic Hive."

Ethan put a cigarette to his lips out of habit and tried to light it up with his lighter. But his fingers were shaking uncon