Her Precious Baby

The mansion was built halfway up a mountain in the countryside. The area was famous for its beautiful view of the vast ocean behind the mountain.

The people who could afford to stay here were either rich or influential.

I remember Jonathan’s work ID indicated that he’s just an employee from the IT department in a small company. How did he manage to earn so much money?

Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her child, so she didn’t think too much of it. She got out of the car, walked up to the door, and knocked on it.

She didn’t have to wait long before Jonathan answered the door. Seeing the beads of perspiration on her face due to how anxious she was, he led her to the living room without another word.

There was a chubby rural woman tied to a chair in the living room with a piece of cloth shoved in her mouth. Her shrill screams were muffled by the gag, and her eyes were filled with fear.

When Angeline saw the woman, her eyes widened in shock, and her hand flew up to her mouth.

That’s her! She looks exactly like the woman in the picture Joseline had shown me!

Jonathan picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table and approached the woman. He used the blade to casually stroke the side of her cheek.

“Repeat everything you’ve done once more. If you dare to leave even a single detail out, don’t mind me as I slit your throat!”

The middle-aged woman screamed even louder as she shook her head frantically.

Seeing that, Jonathan finally removed the cloth from her mouth.

The woman squeezed her eyes shut and coughed violently.

After catching her breath, she fumbled to explain herself, “I admit that I was the one who took a baby away from the orphanage years ago, but I was just carrying out orders from a man. He gave me a large sum of money to get rid of the child. I was blinded by the money back then. Despite that, I couldn’t bring myself to harm the child, so I sent it to a childless distant relative of mine.”

By now, the woman was trembling all over from how terrified she was, and words eluded her.

Jonathan’s eyes darkened. “I already investigated this. Her distant relative is from her alcoholic father’s side of the family. The timing checks out.”

When Angeline heard his words, her blood started boiling, and her breathing grew laborious. She felt like her heart was being torn to pieces.

It took her a long time before she was able to speak again. “Who was the man who hired you?”

“I don’t remember. I only heard that he… died in a car accident later on.”

How can you do such a thing just for the sake of money? Do you know just how many families you’ve ruined

the woman

Please stop! I’m sorry!” the

fell to the ground, taking the chair with her. Her head slammed

to stop Angeline from

right, that’s enough. We won’t be able to extract useful information out of her if you beat her to death. I’ve already spoken to my subordinates in the village. The child’s health is deteriorating rapidly due to years of hardship and abuse. He might die if we don’t

felt her heart clenching at the thought. “Bring me to him,” she

so worked up. I’ll bring you there,”

the mess

settled, he led Angeline into the garage. Both of them climbed into the car and headed

very late at night when they finally

parked the car in a straw house near the village entrance. The walls looked dilapidated, and the shabby

said in a deep

the front door of the straw house and

opened, and there stood a tanned young man dressed in

here, Boss.

“Okay.”

The interior was furnished simply, with only a bed and some kitchen

is Dawg, the guy I sent to monitor things in the village. He’s the one who has been updating us on

introductions, Angeline shot Dawg a grateful

appreciate everything you’ve done during this time. I will be sure to reward you when all this is

too kind,

rubbed the back

just doing what I should. Boss is my savior. If it weren’t for him, I would be dead right now. That’s why I’m

smiled at him, warmth

subordinate pretty well for him to

a professional relationship with Jonathan and did not know anything about his personal affairs, she could sense that he was

do we take

atmosphere in the house. He had a grim and stern expression on

clock hanging on the wall, and his

wait for another half hour, Boss. The alcoholic father usually goes

“Sure.”