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Shane sat back on his sleeping bag, closed his eyes, and only opened them again after a long while.
As he reopened his eyes, there were no more rage and fury within them. He was composed, but it was so
composed that it began to feel eerie.
“Give me the satellite phone.” Shane reached out his hand.
Silas handed it to him immediately.
Shane made a call to the villa.
It was Mrs. Wilson who answered the phone, “Hello, Mr. Shane, it's so late already; why haven't you come back?
Have you found madam?”
Mrs. Wilson knew that Natalie had been kidnapped, too.
It was Joyce who relayed the news to her when she went to the police station to pick up the children.
“No.” Shane tightened his grip on the phone. There were tinges of weariness, hoarseness, and self-accusation in his
voice.
He was beating himself for not being able to save her.
And it was him who promised that he would not let it happen a second time when she was kidnapped back then.
In spite of that, he failed to keep his promise. Not only did she experience it for a second time, but she even fell off
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Shane had never felt as worthless as he was at that very moment.
“Madam hasn't been rescued yet?” Mrs. Wilson's jaw dropped in surprise.
Both the children were worried about Natalie, so they didn't sleep and stayed up all night, waiting for them to
return.
Now that Shane called home, the children naturally huddled over to Mrs. Wilson, hoping to catch a glimpse of news
regarding their mommy.
Yet, all they heard from Mrs. Wilson was Natalie still hadn't been saved. Devastated, Sharon broke out in tears.
Connor clasped his hands tightly together. “Daddy, why hasn't Mommy been saved? Did something happen?”
Shane had ended the call with Connor when Sean threatened to jump off the cliff with Natalie.
Hence, Connor didn't know what happened after that.
As with Shane, he didn't plan to tell the kids about it either.
He was worried that the children would be traumatized to learn that Natalie had plunged from the cliff again.
“No, it was just some minor accident.” Shane lowered his gaze to mask the struggling emotions in his eyes and tried
to make himself sound collected. “Connor, you try to locate Mommy's tracker again.”
“Did the kidnapper run away with Mommy again?” Connor frowned and asked.
A gleam flashed across Shane's eyes. “Sort of.”
“Alright, I'll get to it right away.” With that, Connor returned the phone to Mrs. Wilson and ran upstairs in a jiffy.
Jacqueline was about to come downstairs when she saw Connor come up hurriedly and almost bumped into her. A
flash of vexation and resentment glowed in her eyes.
The bandages around her eyes had just been removed, and she could finally see things again.
If that little boy knocked her down again, it would definitely affect her eyes again.
However, in that instance, all Connor could think about was his mommy's safety. Thus, he totally didn't notice that
he almost stumbled into someone else.
More precisely, he wasn't aware of Jacqueline's existence at all.
Yet, all they heard from Mrs. Wilson was Natalie still hadn't been saved. Devastated, Sharon broke out in tears.
Watching as Connor ran into the study while Sharon burst into tears in the living room, whereas Mrs. Wilson was
busy comforting Sharon, Jacqueline squinted.
Watching as Connor ran into the study while Sharon burst into tears in the living room, whereas Mrs. Wilson was
busy comforting Sharon, Jacqueline squinted.
“Mrs. Wilson, does anything happen?” Jacqueline asked curiously.
Mrs. Wilson remembered when Silas asked her to pick up the children from the police station, he told her, in
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Hence, Mrs. Wilson patted Sharon on her back and answered with a smile. “Oh, there's nothing much. Sharon was
just terrified by her nightmare a little while ago”
“Ah, I see.” Jacqueline took a glance at Sharon.
But the way this girl is crying now doesn't look like she's frightened by a nightmare.
What are they trying to keep from me?
Jacqueline rolled her eyes and a darkened glint flashed across them. Looking at the clock on the wall, she uttered,
“Oh, it's already ten o'clock, aren't Shane and Ms. Smith coming back yet?”
A hesitant glint flashed across Mrs. Wilson's eyes as she replied, “Perhaps they're dating outside and would come
back later. If you're tired, you should go to sleep, Ms. Graham.”
Jacqueline could tell that Mrs. Wilson was lying. A shaded glint flickered in her eyes and vanished in a second.
“Alright, I shall head upstairs then. You rest earlier, too, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Sure.” Mrs. Wilson nodded.
Jacqueline turned around and went upstairs.
However, when she reached the second floor, she hid in the corner of the stairwell.
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