ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 127: Where has this boy gone?

Chapter 127: Where has this boy gone?
Chapter 127
KATYA POV
Nonna rolled her wheelchair toward the elevator, her hands steady on the wheels, while I hovered beside her like a nervous shadow.
The hallway felt colder on the way back... or maybe that was just me. I pressed the elevator button, and the soft ding echoed through the quiet floor.
The doors slid open, and I guided Nonna inside, stepping in after her and pressing the button for the top floor — Romeo’s floor.
Inside the elevator, the hum of movement filled the silence. Nonna glanced up at me, studying my face like she could read the thoughts I was trying so hard to hide.
"You’re trembling," she said gently. "I’m not," I whispered, even though I definitely was. My fingers wouldn’t stay still.
Romeo could now walk, which meant he could easily match me to the floor. Nonna reached out and placed her hand over mine.
"Mia cara, sweet girl... you’re worried about him, aren’t you?"
Worried? This old woman thinks am worried about her demonic grandson? I’m more worried about myself. How would I now be treated by him.
But I swallowed hard, giving her the satisfaction that I was worried about her blood. "I just... I don’t understand why the door was locked. He never locks it. Right?"
Nonna nodded slowly, her brows knitting."Something must’ve happened." The elevator continued its slow climb.
At last, the elevator slowed, then stopped.
Ding.
The doors began to slide open, revealing the quiet, polished hallway of the top floor. Romeo’s floor.
My pulse jumped. Nonna looked up at me. "Take me to his room." I nodded once... then stepped out, pushing her wheelchair into the silent hallway.
We reached the doors of Romeo’s room. Even the air here felt still... heavy... like the walls were holding their breath.
Nonna extended her hand toward the handle.
Her fingers curled around it—firm despite her age—and she pushed.
Click.
The door didn’t budge. She frowned and tried again, harder this time.
Click. Nothing. "Romeo," she called, knocking sharply. "Open this door this instant."
Her voice—usually soft, warm—now carried authority. The kind that made you straighten your spine automatically.
No answer. She knocked again, louder. "Romeo! I am not asking twice. Open this door, ragazzo!"
Still nothing. I watched her face shift—first irritation... then confusion... and then worry.
Real, sinking worry. She pressed her palm flat against the door like she could feel him through it.
But it was silent. "He never locks this," she whispered, almost to herself. "Not to me."
"Maybe he’s not inside?" I gave out and she turned to me slowly, her eyes narrowing as her thoughts raced.
She nodded once. "Lets check his home office."
I pushed her wheelchair down the hallway. We reached his home office and Nonna lifted her hand again, grabbed the handle, and.....Click.
Another locked door..
"Locked as well..." she murmured. "My boy never locks both." She looked up at me abruptly. "Katya."
"Yes?"
"Go and call Antonio. He should be in his office on the second floor."
The mention of him hit me like cold water.
Mr. Antonio.
His glare from last night flashed in my memory—the pure hate in his eyes, the way his voice had snapped as he ordered James to cuff me. The fear.
My breath hitched before I could control it.
Nonna noticed immediately. Her brows lifted. "Katya? Why do you hesitate? What happened?"
"I—nothing. It’s nothing," I rushed, shaking my head, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
"I’ll go. You stay here, okay? I’ll bring him." She searched my face, clearly unconvinced... but she didn’t push.
"Go on then," she said softly. I nodded, backing up a few steps before turning toward the elevator.
My footsteps were too loud in the empty hallway. My heartbeat even louder.
And as I pressed the elevator button, all I could think was..Please don’t let Mr. Antonio still be angry.
The elevator doors slid shut behind me, sealing Nonna inside the quiet hallway while I rode down alone.
My fingers twisted together, cold and restless. The soft hum of the lift usually felt soothing... but right now, it only made my nerves worse.
Second floor.
Ding.
I stepped out, scanning the hallway. Mr. Antonio’s office was at the far end, lights usually on, door usually wide open because he hated anyone knocking.
But this time... The corridor felt strangely empty.
I approached slowly, each step heavier than the last. When I reached his office door, I hesitated only a moment before grasping the handle.
I turned it. Click.
Locked. My eyebrows pulled together. I tried again—harder.
Click. Locked.
"Hmmm?" I murmured under my breath. That was weird. Suspiciously weird. Mr. Antonio was always in his office this early.
He practically lived inside the room, if he wasn’t next to Romeo. I tried the handle a third time, pressing my ear softly against the wooden door.
Nothing. No shuffling. No typing. No one inside. I backed away slowly and hurried back toward the elevator.
When I reached the top floor again, Nonna was exactly where I left her—fingers drumming anxiously on the armrest of her wheelchair, gaze fixed on the elevator doors like she’d been waiting every second.
"Well?" she asked immediately. "Did you find him?"
I shook my head. "His office... it’s locked. Just like Mr. Salvatore. No one answered."
"How can that be?" she whispered, voice sharp with disbelief. "Why are both of them locked? Why is no one answering? This doesn’t make any sense."
She pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, composing herself.
Then she straightened her back, lifting her chin with that strict grandmotherly authority that could probably make a whole army freeze.
"Take me back to my room," she said slowly. "Now." I nodded and began pushing her wheelchair toward the elevator.
"If that boy left this mansion without informing me," she muttered under her breath, voice heating with irritation, "he is in damned soup. He knows better. He knows better than to disappear like this....Not after he just regained his legs." Her tone was a mix of anger... and something deeper. Worry.
The elevator doors opened, and I pushed her inside.
Nonna wasn’t calm anymore. Her fingers tapped rapidly against the armrest, jaw clenched, eyes focused straight ahead like she was preparing for a confrontation.
"I will call him," she said firmly. "Both of them, if I must." Her voice lowered. "What nonsense is this?"
The elevator doors slid closed as she shook her head, her worry now unmistakable.
"And he couldn’t even come to tell me he recovered..." she whispered. "Dio mio, where has this boy gone?"