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.”

seat on the sofa opposite us. “The detective in charge of the case assured me he’d

caught us off guard. “Who did you anger?” he asked,

arching in confusion. “Is that question directed at me?”

you going to

his brows furrowing in a frown. “What is it that you need to tell me?” he inquired, a sense of unease creeping into his voice. “Is this

I recall his words distinctly, Ravel. He mentioned that you’re an

widened eyes as the implication of those words sank in. I regarded him with suspicion. “Do

any insight into what he meant by

something: The way his body reacted says it all.”

that,” he stated firmly. “I haven’t made any risky business

to find Daisy. “He said, ‘Your husband Southwark is a very stubborn man.‘ I married only one Southwark, and that’s you. There’s no doubt he was

something from the public, or perhaps from Hazel?” His accusatory tone hung heavily in the air. “Is that why you’re denying any knowledge of what that man was talking

not know what he was referring to! Stop provoking me

than ensuring your daughter’s safety?” He abruptly rose from his seat, his frustration boiling over. “Did you have an affair with another man’s wife and incite his anger? Did you forcibly acquire someone else’s company and refuse to return it? What

to his feet, a readiness to confront David in his eyes. “And you think I’d

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

tenderly soothing my hair. “I’m sorry for arguing with that fool, for neglecting your feelings, and for ignoring the larger

my face, I pulled away from Ravel and wiped my cheeks, then turned to David. “You mentioned not wanting me to be alone, and Ravel is here now. I think it’s best if

scoffed, clearly frustrated. “Are you telling me to leave when all of

this case? The kidnapper may be

you share that information with the detective this

words for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I understand you want to help find Daisy, but I

more. “This is truly 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

me, his concern evident. “Have you eaten anything?” he inquired, and I shook my head in response. “Why