“Where to?" Rosalynn inquired, pulling out of the parking spot.

“skrix Hospital," Tilda answered.

“Someone ill?" Rosalynn asked nonchalantly.

“No, it's Elma, my housekeeper. Her grandson's gone missing at the hospital."

A child went missing!

Rosalynn's face grew serious as she tried to reassure Tilda. "Don't worry, we'll find him. Everything's going to be fine."

Tilda just nodded, staring out the window, her fingers clenched around her bag strap.

In the company...

Wilton found himself swimming in a sea of troubles, his connection with Tilda, growing more distant by the day.

Once a vision of adorableness with her big doe eyes, Tilda used to await his return from business trips, hungering for a hug.

The days when she sweetly called him "Daddy" in her soft, tender voice felt like a distant dream.

When did the tides change?

He forgot everything because of how busy he was.

In her senior year of high school, Tilda boldly moved out, and only then did Wilton realize the chasm that had formed between them.

Shaking off his thoughts, Wilton returned a call to Renata.

"Renata, I spoke to Tilda. The script alteration wasn't solely her decision. Maybe Ivy should take a bow and leave the crew."

The friction between Tilda and Ivy had reached a boiling point.

Wilton wished his younger daughter would leave the crew.

On the other end, Renata had the phone on speaker, and Ivy overheard Wilton's words, promptly seizing the phone, her agitation bursting forth.

"You want me to quit? Dad, it's Tilda aiming at me! You should be telling her to leave the crew, not me!"