A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 380

Amber POV

We found Oscar.

Not another airport sighting. Not a grainy camera image showing someone who looked vaguely like him disappearing into a crowd.

His exact location.

Nevermore.

A private apartment registered to a company that, on the surface, had absolutely nothing to do with the White family.

Marcus found the financial connection first. Pamela confirmed it through another channel, and Chronos gave us the final piece: Oscar had been using the apartment for several days.

The moment the confirmation appeared on my screen, I called Emory.

"Tell me you're still in Nevermore."

"I am."

"I found Oscar."

There was a pause.

"Send me the address."

That was it.

No questions.

No lecture.

No attempt to convince me that someone else should handle it.

I sent him everything.

Then I waited.

Which, I had discovered, was one of the most torturous activities known to humanity.

Especially when I was trapped in a hospital bed.

My blood pressure had improved, but the doctors weren't willing to release me yet. Apparently, having a missing husband did not qualify as a medically appropriate reason to ignore pregnancy complications.

Ridiculous.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun stayed with me. Grandpa arrived not long after and took one look at my face before deciding that whatever lecture he'd prepared could wait.

The children were here too.

Not inside my room every second, but close.

Alice had crawled onto the bed earlier and asked when Daddy was coming home.

I'd told her soon.

I had no idea if that was true.

Alex hadn't asked.

That worried me more.

He understood enough to know something was wrong, and after everything he'd already lived through, I could see the fear he was trying to hide.

Iris knew.

Rose knew.

None of them needed another person they loved disappearing.

Neither did I.

Mr. Stait apparently agreed.

Military officers were stationed outside the hospital perimeter.

Not hospital security.

Military.

When I asked whether that was excessive, Mr. Stait told me that after I'd publicly declared war against an international trafficking network and my husband vanished in broad daylight, I'd lost the right to complain about excessive security.

I didn't have a particularly good response to that.

So I waited.

And called Jason again.

Still nothing.

Almost three hours after I gave Emory the address, my phone rang.

Video call.

Emory.

I answered so quickly I nearly dropped it.

His face appeared first.

"We have him."

Everyone in the room moved.

Mr. Sun came to my bedside.

Mrs. Sun grabbed Grandpa's arm.

"What does that mean?" I demanded. "Is he alive?"

"Oscar is alive."

Not Jason.

Oscar.

I closed my eyes for a second.

"Show me."

The camera turned.

Oscar White was sitting in a chair.

Restrained.

His hands were secured behind him, and one of Emory's people stood several feet away.

Oscar looked terrible.

His hair was longer than the last time I'd seen him. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, and whatever expensive clothing he'd once considered necessary to maintain the White family image had been replaced by a plain shirt and jeans.

He looked at the screen.

Then he saw me.

"Amber."

I felt nothing.

"Where is Jason?"

Oscar frowned.

"What?"

"Don't."

"I don't know where Jason is."

"Your father took him."

His face changed.

That was enough.

Emory noticed too.

He stepped closer.

"What do you know?"

Oscar looked away.

Emory grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it around until Oscar faced him.

"Your brother disappeared after leaving a DNA testing facility."

"He's not my brother."

The words came automatically.

Mr. Sun flinched beside me.

Emory didn't.

"Fine. Jason Sun disappeared. Your father is our primary suspect. Start talking."

Oscar looked toward the phone again.

"Amber, I swear I don't know where Jason is."

"Then tell me where your father is."

"I don't know."

Emory's expression hardened.

Oscar immediately continued.

"I really don't."

"Convenient."

"I left him."

That stopped me.

"What?"

Oscar swallowed.

"I left my father."

I stared at him.

"We have footage of you leaving White Manor together."

"I know."

"You fled together."

"At first."

Oscar closed his eyes.

"Then I ran from him."

The room went quiet.

I studied his face.

"Why?"

He laughed bitterly.

"Because I finally understood that there was no version of my life where he was going to let me walk away."

Something about that sentence felt too familiar.

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