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.”

on the sofa opposite us. “The detective in charge of the case assured me he’d be here shortly, he informed us. I absently acknowledged his words, my

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

and I exchanged puzzled glances, his eyebrows slowly arching in confusion. “Is

replied flatly. “Are you going to explain, or should I?”

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

on Ravel. I recall his words distinctly, Ravel. He mentioned that you’re an exceptionally stubborn man, and this situation wouldn’t have arisen

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

any insight into what he meant

“He clearly knows something: The way

by that,” he stated firmly. “I

to find Daisy. “He said, ‘Your husband Southwark is a very

that you’re concealing something from the public, or perhaps from Hazel?” His accusatory tone hung heavily in

and he snapped back angrily, “I genuinely do not know what he was referring to! Stop provoking me with baseless accusations.”

an affair with another man’s wife and incite his anger?

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

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

a comforting hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into my ear, his left hand tenderly soothing my hair. “I’m sorry

wanting me to be alone, and

leave when all of this could be his fault?”

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

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

before letting out a sigh. “I understand you want

He shifted his attention to me. “I’ll give you a call if I receive

I shook my head in response. “Why don’t you sit down while I