Before Ariana could grab her phone back, Holden had already sent the message.

Glancing at her phone and the text on the screen, Ariana's shoulders sank. "What are you doing? We're close to the truth. His offer isn't too steep. I..."

She was interrupted when Holden tapped her forehead and said, "No. I can't let you do that. If finding the truth means you have to compromise yourself, then I'd rather stay in the dark.”

As he talked, he gently pulled Ariana into his arms, kissed her lightly between her eyebrows, and added, "There are other ways to uncover the truth."

Ariana knew he was concerned for her. She exhaled deeply and said, "Okay."

Suddenly, her phone started ringing again.

Ariana turned to see Catalina calling.

Her heart raced.

Why was Catalina calling her at this hour?

As Ariana noticed the variety show news spreading online, she panicked. Could it be that the Chadwick family had already discovered something had happened to Mitchel?

Attempting to compose herself, Ariana answered the phone.

Catalina sounded anxious on the other end. "Has Mitchel contacted you recently, Ariana? Is he still with the show crew? Why is his phone off? I saw the news on the internet. Is Mitchel okay? Are you with him now?"

Catalina's voice trembled with anxiety, and hearing it made Ariana feel a wave of guilt wash over her.

She opened her mouth to speak but found herself at a loss for words.

Sensing the silence from Ariana's end, Catalina's voice shook even more. “Is Mitchel alright? Did something happen to him?"

Faced with no other choice, Ariana took a deep breath and confessed, "Mitchel is okay now, but he fell into the sea before..."

She proceeded to explain everything about the ordeal on the ship, from her kidnapping to the moment they received Mitchel's message.

After sharing all the details, Ariana apologized, “I'm sorry, Catalina. I didn't mean to put him in danger. He managed to contact his assistant, who's given us his location. We're planning to pick him up tomorrow morning. Everything's set for the journey.”

“It's mot your fault," Catalina responded, her worry not entirely eased. “Which island is he on? I'll have someone there first thing tomorrow morning."

"It's called Aurora Isle. I'll send you the location now," Ariana said quickly, then sent the coordinates.