My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1105

Tom shifted on his feet. “We do not have the full picture yet. We tailed Carrie to her medical appointment, like always. The clinic was packed—pregnant women, families, chaos. We kept our distance to avoid standing out. A bunch of guys loitering near a maternity ward would have raised eyebrows.”

He paused, swallowing hard. “She went inside for her checkup, so we waited in the hospital courtyard. It was routine. The place has doctors, guards, cameras. We figured she was safe. But when her maid came out later, Carrie was not with her.”

Tom, sensing Kelsey’s restraint, continued, “We left one guy at the hospital to keep watch. The maid went straight to the police station, reported Carrie missing—possibly snatched. I knew this was big, so I raced here to tell you. The rest of the team is still at the station, but the Morrison family showed up and clamped down on everything. We cannot get another word.”

Jacob’s brow furrowed, his mind churning. “Who would have the guts to kidnap Carrie?” he asked, his voice low, almost to himself.

Tom shook his head, his shoulders slumping. “Hard to say. Maybe someone desperate enough to risk it all for a massive payout.”

“Extort the Morrisons? Nobody is that foolish. They

curious voice drifted from the villa’s staircase, cutting through the tension. “What is going on?” Alethea descended, her silk dress swishing with each

She had stayed at home, pretending to be the perfect, obedient daughter,

eyes drifted from the screen, she had seen something unusual outside the window. In the garden, a stranger stood, exchanging hushed words with her adoptive parents, Kelsey and

recognized the man—a low-rung employee from the Hinks family company, someone who barely warranted a

crept downstairs. The front door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of sunlight slicing through the gap. Voices drifted in, faint

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dipping his head in a polite nod

gaze darting to her parents. She planted herself firmly in front

a gentle tone. “Mom, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do you need a doctor? I