Samuel felt extremely annoyed.

On his way to the park to find Kathleen, he had been pondering. Does Kathleen really not want to spend the rest of her life with me? It can’t be. She loves me. How could she not want to be with me?

Samuel figured he was overthinking.

After all, as long as he did not mention Christopher’s plan, Kathleen would not know a thing.

Kathleen and Federick went to look for Madeline separately.

When Samuel found her, she was shouting, “Madeline? Madeline?”

Even though she knew Madeline would not respond even if the latter heard her, she still could not help but give it a try.

“Kathleen!” Samuel walked over.

Kathleen was stunned momentarily. “Why are you here?”

Then, she shifted her gaze toward the more than twenty bodyguards standing behind Samuel.

So he’s brought his men here.

Walking over, Kathleen took out her phone. “Please add my WhatsApp. I’ll create a group and send the girl’s photo to the group. Her name is Madeline, and she has autism. She hates the crowd, so you can search in places where there are fewer people. Don’t leave any corner unsearched. Update the group once you’re done searching a particular area so that we can sort it out. Understand?”

The men nodded in response.

“Another thing. Don’t touch her after you guys find her. Just make sure that she is safe, and contact me right away. I will go over to wherever you are,” Kathleen uttered again.

“Yes, Mrs. Macari.” The crowd nodded.

Upon hearing that, Kathleen was stunned momentarily.

Lowering her head, she created the group chat on WhatsApp and invited everyone into it, including Federick.

“Invite me in too,” Samuel said.

Kathleen rolled her eyes at him before inviting him in.

Kathleen texted: @Federick Please send Madeline’s photo here and tell everyone what she is wearing today to make it easier for everyone to find her.

Federick did not expect Kathleen would summon so many people.

Without hesitation, he sent the photo in the group chat.

He then texted: Madeline is wearing a red dress with white bottoms, along with a pair of red leather shoes today. Her hair is tied into a ponytail, and she’s holding a doll in her arms.

After that, he sent a photo of the doll as well.

Kathleen texted: All right, everyone. Let’s go find her separately.

After receiving the information, everyone started the search immediately.

again:

Kathleen started searching as well, and

her lip. “Do

to say that

is to find her.” Samuel’s tone was cold. “Have you

“Yes.” Kathleen nodded.

are we looking

is within this area,” Kathleen

scope of activities, she

Samuel. “Do you mean we need to expand

Samuel stared at her. “They usually have

her brows. “Let

is today?”

“Sunday,” Kathleen replied.

to be her schedule for

home,” Kathleen answered, “but because Federick had something to do, and Madeline’s grandma

“I just said that she has paranoia. What do you think

along the road to the charity home!” She immediately grabbed

momentarily, Samuel tightened his grip too.

sat in the passenger seat, looking out the car window for

gradually, and it became more difficult to search for Madeline even with

started to worry that Madeline might

second.” Suddenly, Kathleen

stepped

the car and approached an old lady. “Where did you get this

the river

Samuel took out a few banknotes directly. “Sell us this doll, and tell

lady’s eyes lit up instantly. “Follow

gaze on Samuel as the latter grabbed her hand and led her

a river and pointed

the old lady,

the direction, we should head backward

her brows.

the charity home, but it was closed, and it was getting dark. She wanted to walk home, but she got lost. So,

that Samuel’s

not doubt his analyzing ability at all for he was always very sharp

Madeline’s doll, they

then, and the road was not as bright as the

hand tightly, Samuel used his phone

Kathleen’s hand was cold.

Samuel’s was warm, which gave Kathleen a great sense

while, they

cement pipes outside

seemed to have seen something as the

She pointed

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