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    Wesley asked solemnly, "Why did you suddenly ask me where she is? Are you unable to find her? What happened to her?"


    Rosalie had never texted Wesley about Sydney. This was her first time, and it was clearly an unusual urrence.


    Wesley knew that something was wrong.


    Fearing she might worry him, Rosalie immediately said, "No, I''m just asking casually. I don''t mean anything else."


    "Then why are you asking me? Why don''t you just call her directly?"


    "I tried that, but she didn''t answer my call."


    "Is that so?"


    Wesley immediately hung up without a word. Rosalie was puzzled. After two minutes, he called her back.


    She answered the call. "Hey, Dad."


    "Where are you right now?" Wesley asked.


    "I''m in my apartment. What''s going on?"


    "I called your mom but she didn''t answer me, either. I called her office, and her assistant said she''s not in the office today."


    "What''s going on?" Rosalie was worried. "Where could Mom have gone?"


    "How would I know?" Wesley said anxiously. "Go to her ce and check things out. Weren''t you there a few days back?"


    "Okay, I''ll head there right away. Dad, are youing too?" Rosalie asked.


    "I''m at Baslery right now. I can''t call her ce. Go and check if your mom is at home, then call me immediately."


    "I''ll make my way there right now."


    Rosalie hung up, packed her things, and drove to Sydney''s ce. When she arrived at Sydney''s house, she kept pressing the doorbell, but no one came to the door.


    Rosalie called Sydney''s phone, but Sydney still didn''t pick up her calls. Just as she was about to give Theodore a call and ask his help to find his mother, the door suddenly opened.


    Rosalie was faced with a dark look on Sydney''s face. Seeing thetter in her horne, she sighed in relief. "Mom! So you''re home."Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Sydney saw that Rosalie''s hair in a mess and that she was still in her sleepwear, all frumpy and crumpled.


    Sydney herself looked haggard; she even reeked of alcohol.


    "Mom, why didn''t you take my calls? Did something happen?" Rosalie asked.


    "What do you want? Get straight to the point," Sydney said hoarsely. She sounded irritated.


    "I was very worried when you didn''t answer my calls, so I came over to check things out," Rosalie exined.


    "Oh, is that so? Now that you''ve seen me, you can leave. Sydney made a move to shut the door.


    "Wait!" Rosalie stopped the door from shutting. "Mom, what''s going on?"


    Sydney released the door handle and turned to walk into the house, ignoring Rosalie.


    Rosalie immediately followed Sydney. She shut the door, and said, "Mom, please talk to me. I''m very worried about you."


    Rosalle was very worried indeed. She followed Sydney into her room and saw how messy it was, with empty wine bottles everywhere.


    Sydney sat on the bed, then grabbed a wine ss on the bedside table. It was half-filled with red wine, which she tipped over and gulped down.


    "You''re so annoying. I told you I''m fine," Sydney said irritably, feeling like another person altogether.


    She spoke so fiercely, it made Rosalie''s heart leap. Rosalie looked down, and twisted her fingers anxiously.


    Just then, a phone rang. Sydney felt for her phone on the bed, and saw the name of the iing caller.


    It was Wesley.