Chapter 130: 130. My son is missing.
When the ID of the caller shows the na Duke, my entire body lights up delightfully as I clear my throat quickly and pick up the call.
They say when sothing great happens to you the first person you want to tell, the first person that cos to mind to share that joy with is soone you hold dear. Soone you love deeply.
With Duke it’s like that. Whenever sothing great happens to , he’s the first one I want to contact. I can never wait to spill it all to him.
Just like now, I most certainly would have called him first to tell him the verdict of the court on Alicia’s case, so seeing his call coming in as soon as I step out of the court makes
even more happy.
"Hello, Duke—" I say with much enthusiasm. "I was just about to call you," I say as I continue my walk towards my car. "She got fourteen years Duke, Alicia got fourteen years. That does not compare to what she did to
but I think it’s fair enough and—"
"Pagne—"
I had forgotten one thing.
"Duke?" I pause in front of the opened door of my car.
I’d forgotten that it wasn’t only when sothing good happens to you that you want to tell that certain soone.
"Duke, are you okay? What is wrong?"
When sothing bad happens, when sothing heavy hits you, when you’re in pain, you also want to tell that person. You contact that person because they can give you comfort.
"Duke, hello Duke are you still there? Are you alright? Is sothing wrong?" The further the silence the more anxious I get.
It must be the sa for Duke. I don’t know what exactly has happened but I can sense there’s sothing wrong. Deeply wrong.
"Duke, you’re scaring . What is wrong?" I ask again.
"Pagne, they’ve taken Sherlock." My entire body freezes up at those words. An imnse wave of cold sweeps over my body, penetrating deep into my bones like I’ve fallen into an icy lake. And the cold is biting into the tiniest part of , making
go numb.
And as if to mock and contradict the cold I’m feeling, a sudden heat rises from deep within , and my entire system is a ss. Beads of sweat are starting to form as my stomach twists and turns to a point that makes
feel nauseated.
The ground beneath my feet suddenly looks uneven like I’m wearing a lens that doesn’t match my eye and I stagger, "Madam!" The hired driver slash bodyguard whom Duke had insisted I took with
rushes to my side and holds onto .
"D_Duke are—"
"Head straight ho Pagne." He says. "There’s already a search for him, and I’m heading the search. We’ll find him soon. I’m informing you because you might be in danger too, so head straight ho."
He says and ends the call.
Oh Dear God have rcy.
This can’t be happening. This just can’t be happening. First it was
and now it’s Sherlock. Oh God where could he be?
"Please get in the car ma’am. I’ll take you ho." the man says as he gently escorts
and sets
in the backseat of the car. Hurriedly, he walks around the car, sits himself in the driver’s seat and we’re on our way.
Dear God, dear God this can’t be happening. Oh my poor baby. Please God keep him safe. Please God, you’ve never failed , you won’t start now. Please keep him safe. Help us find him.
A thought suddenly cos to my mind. Is this a coincidence? Could this really be a coincidence? That the very sa day Alicia is being sentenced is the day Sherlock suddenly gets kidnapped?
How did it even happen? How did they take him? Who could have—
And it suddenly hits ... It couldn’t have been Alicia. The only other person who would want to destroy my life, who’d always wanted nothing but to see
in pain, in tears... The only other person apart from Alicia who gets so kind of pleasure from my misery is... "Aunt Evelyn."
But how could she? How could she do that to a child who can barely pronounce his words properly! How can she harm a child!
If I’m right, then if anyone would know exactly where Sherlock is, it’d be aunt Evelyn. She will be able to give
a definite location.
"Change of plans, we’re not heading ho." I say.
"But ma’am, I have explicit orders to bring you back ho imdiately."
"I don’t care!" I scream.
"I’m sorry ma’am but I can’t do that. The boss asked that I—"
"What do you think your boss would prefer? That I jump out of this damn car right now or you just do as I say?!"
"Ma’am—"
"It’s my son!!" I scream. "My son is missing!" I may not have given birth to them, but those children have been calling
mummy without the slightest hesitation since the very first day I was introduced to them.
That child who smiles ever so brightly whenever I co back ho early, that child that runs to
with any new drawing he has proudly showing it off to ... that child who had cried himself to sleep when he thought I was never coming back... that child, he’s my child.
They are my children.
My child who I’ve co to love more than I love myself,
And he’s missing right now? How am I supposed to be calm?
I have never done anything for them yet because of
he’s been kidnapped and you expect
to just stay out?! Never!!
And I swear to God, I’ll do anything to find him.
"I’ll do anything to find him, so just do as I say or else I don’t mind causing an accident just to get out of this damn car if you insist on not taking
to where I want to!"
Silence flows between us for a while, like he’s contemplating within himself whether to listen to
or follow his original command.
"Where are we headed ma’am?" A sigh of relief escapes my lips as he says those words.
"Ashford Detention center." I say.
Without wasting any ti, he’s switched lanes and we’re heading toward the direction of the detention center.
I take my phone and dial Frederick’s number. "Pick up, pick up, please pick up." I mutter to myself while biting my nails.
"Hello, Pagne, where are you? Did Duke—"
"Duke told
everything sir and I think I know just who is behind this so I will need your help." I say.
"What do you an? Head ho Pagne, you might be in danger as we speak." I knew he would say this, but I can’t allow anyone to dissuade . I’ve been kidnapped before so I know how he must be feeling. He must be feeling quite scared at the mont, he must be terrified.
"I know. And I understand your concern for
sir, but nothing in the world can dissuade
at the mont so instead of wasting your ti trying to talk
out of this, just lend
your help. Please sir." I say.
The line goes silent for a mont and then in the next, "What do you need?" He asks.
"I need to talk to my aunt in private. I need to see her face to face, no interruptions." If there’s anyone I know who has all the connections I need it’s my father-in-law. If anyone can get
enough ti in that prison it’s him.
"Ashford detention center, right?" He asks.
"Yes sir."
"I take it you’re already on your way there?"
"Yes sir."
"You won’t receive any form of disturbance when you get there." Ah, thank God. As I expected, he will be able to help .
"Thank you sir."
"Champagne," He calls ... "Be careful."
"Yes sir."
The drive from the court to Ashford detention center is originally just ten minutes and I think the driver can sohow sympathize with
because he makes it there in eight.
Just like Frederick had said, I’m facing no disturbance whatsoever. In fact it seems the na Grand is a door opener as just stepping out of my car, there’s already an officer waiting for
outside to guide
inside the detention center.
Without delay or a minute pause, I’m taken inside and we do not stop until we reach a certain door and the officer tells , "Take your ti."
"I don’t intend to waste much ti." Not when my son is on the line.
He nods and opens the door for
and as I walk in, I see her sitting there, with her hands cuffed to the table and a smirk on her face.
"Well, well, well. Look who decided to co pay her dear aunt a visit."
Aunt Evelyn... How co she never gives
a reason to like her?
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