Chapter 667

Eliza stepped out of her office, completely oblivious to the chaos that awaited her at home. She was on her way to the suburbs to deliver a sample to a client when she felt that all-too-familiar cramp in her stomach, a sure sign that her period was about to start. Spotting a small convenience store, she decided to make a quick stop to pick up some sanitary pads and use the restroom.

She had just parked and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt when she noticed a familiar face through the window-it was Fiona. What on earth was she doing in this rundown part of town, and with a crying baby in her arms, no less?

Eliza's instincts kicked in-something wasn't right. The baby Fiona was holding was wriggling and crying, and as the blanket slipped off, Eliza's heart skipped a beat. That wasn't just any baby. It was Brett, her Brett.

Panic surged through her. How did Fiona have Brett? He was supposed to be safe at the family estate, which was as secure as Fort Knox. Could Fiona have taken him from there?

As Brett's cries tugged at Eliza's heart, she took a deep breath to steady herself, then quietly stepped out of her car. She approached Fiona cautiously, maintaining a safe distance.

The moment Brett spotted Eliza, his cries ceased, and he reached out, mumbling "mommy" in his baby babble.

"What are you crying for, you little troublemaker, just like your mother," Fiona scolded, clearly at her wit's end.

probably hungry or needs a change.

have any small boxes of formula?" Fiona

hang on, I'll get one for you," the owner replied,

Eliza quickly hid behind a nearby tree. Brett, losing sight of Eliza, resumed

I'm getting your formula. Can't

her blood boil. Watching Fiona treat Brett so roughly was more than

few days. Take

moment. With Fiona distracted, she darted

and reaching for her wallet with the

you..." Fiona stammered, eyes

Brettè securely. "Fiona, how dare you take my son? What were you planning to do with him?

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