Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 113

HAZEL

PRESENT TIME

I was given clear instructions to head back home and wait for updates from the detectives who are tirelessly searching for my missing daughter, Daisy. This period of waiting is slowly eroding my sanity, as I grapple with the overwhelming uncertainty surrounding my daughter’s well–being. How can I simply remain seated, when I have absolutely no idea about what is happening to my child?

David, who had recently received medical attention for his injured hand, has been a constant presence at my side during this trying time. In addition to the authorities‘ efforts, he has taken it upon himself to make contact with individuals whom he believes might be able to assist us in the quest to find Daisy. He has provided me with some hope by assuring me that if those who have taken Daisy ever entertain the idea of trafficking her, his network of friends will be vigilant and quick to notify him of any developments.

On any typical day, I would have delved into questions about how David had forged connections with individuals familiar with the grim world of trafficking. However, in this critical moment, my singular focus was on locating my daughter, regardless of the source of help.

“Here, David murmured softly, extending a comforting hand to offer me a cup of coffee. I stared vacantly at the liquid in the mug, my mind still entangled in a web of worries. “Hazel?” he encouraged, his voice gentle as he guided the warm mug into my trembling hand.

Fixating on the dark swirls in the coffee, I took a tentative sniff. “Is Ravel here?” I inquired, my voice trembling with urgency. Surely, he should have arrived by now.

David’s head shook somberly. “He hasn’t made it here yet, and there hasn’t been any communication from him.”

Just as his name seemed to conjure his presence, the door burst open, and Ravel rushed in, his eyes scanning the room with frantic desperation before locking onto me. Without hesitation, I rushed into his waiting arms, letting my tears flow freely. “They took her,” I whispered, my words heavy with grief. “Our daughter, they’ve taken her.

David discreetly cleared his throat, momentarily interrupting our emotional reunion. “I’ll inform the detective that you’ve arrived,” he declared before quietly stepping away.

Ravel led me to the sofa, his concerned eyes never leaving me. “Are you okay?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over my form, searching for any signs of harm. “You haven’t been hurt in any way, have you?”

Suppressing my emotions with a tight grip on my lips, I nodded in response. “David was the only one who ended up getting shot. They were furious with him for attempting to drive away.”

detective in charge of the case assured me he’d be here shortly, he informed us. I absently acknowledged his words, my mind preoccupied with

the blue, David posed a question that caught us off guard. “Who did you

in confusion. “Is that question directed

“Are you going to explain, or

that you need to tell me?” he inquired, a sense of unease creeping into his voice. “Is this somehow connected to me?”

that you’re an exceptionally stubborn man, and this situation wouldn’t have

as the implication of those words sank in.

have any insight into what

clearly knows something: The

David. “I honestly have no idea what he meant by that,” he stated firmly. “I haven’t made any risky business decisions recently, nor have I intentionally provoked anyone.”

mentioned your name,” I emphasized. It was crucial that we unravel this mystery to find Daisy. “He said, ‘Your husband Southwark is a very

Hazel?” His accusatory tone hung heavily in the

snapped back angrily, “I genuinely do not know what he was referring to! Stop provoking me

be more important than ensuring your daughter’s safety?” He abruptly rose from his seat, his frustration boiling over. “Did you have an affair with another

David in his eyes. “And you

out, “Enough!” My voice rang out loudly, putting a halt to their escalating confrontation. “Can you both please stop? I’ve

embracing me in a comforting hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into my ear, his left hand tenderly soothing my hair. “I’m sorry for arguing with that fool, for neglecting your feelings,

then turned to David. “You mentioned not wanting me to be alone, and Ravel is here now. I think it’s best if

leave when all of this could be

pass that judgment?” I questioned. “Are you the lead detective on this case? The kidnapper may be attempting to divert us with that statement. Just because he said it doesn’t make

as he reached for his jacket. “Make sure you share that information with the detective this time, without omitting it. I’m certain they’ll share my

contemplated David’s words for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I understand you want to help find

frustrating.” He shifted his attention to me. “I’ll give you a call if I receive any updates from my contacts.” With that, he left my

and I shook my head in response. “Why