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.”

opposite us. “The detective in charge of the

a question that caught us off guard. “Who did you anger?” he asked, his inquiry aimed

puzzled glances, his eyebrows slowly arching in confusion. “Is that question directed at me?”

going to explain, or should

turned his attention to me, his brows furrowing in a frown. “What is it that you need to tell me?” he inquired, a sense of

Ravel. He mentioned that you’re an exceptionally stubborn man, and this situation wouldn’t have arisen if you had followed a simple

implication of those words

any insight into what he

something: The way his body reacted says

directing a glare at David. “I honestly have no idea what he meant by that,” he stated firmly. “I haven’t made any risky business

“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 referring to

as he probed further. “Could it be that you’re concealing something from the public, or perhaps from Hazel?” His accusatory tone hung heavily in the air. “Is that why

“I genuinely do not know

could possibly 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 man’s wife and

roared in response, rising to his feet, a readiness to confront David in his eyes. “And you think I’d ever prioritize some insignificant business over our daughter’s safety?”

couldn’t bear their heated argument any longer and cried 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 my daughter, and you both think this is the right moment

returned to my side, 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, and

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

“Are you telling me to leave when all of this could be his fault?”

gaze firmly. “And who are you to pass that judgment?” I questioned. “Are you the lead detective on this case? The kidnapper may be attempting to divert us with that

information with the detective this time, without omitting it. I’m certain they’ll

moment before letting out a sigh. “I understand you want to help find Daisy, but I believe my family can handle things

“I’ll give you a call if I receive any updates from my contacts.” With that, he left my house, the tension lingering in the air.

eaten anything?” he inquired, and I shook my head in response. “Why