Cedrick knitted his brows, maintaining a composed expression as he analyzed the situation.

Only a few individuals in Chanaea possessed the capability to defeat Gwendolyn unless her adversaries deployed a significant number of elite fighters. However, such a course of action would be highly conspicuous, attracting unnecessary attention within the hospital.

Alternatively, the other party might be armed.

Cedrick’s heart clenched as if someone was gripping it. The disheveled hospital room showed no signs of blood or any traces of violence, and he hoped that his suspicion would turn out to be unfounded.

Another possibility popped into his mind. Gwenny intentionally surrendered, offering herself as bait. Otherwise, Benny wouldn’t have been left behind in the closet. They would have taken them together.

After organizing his thoughts on the matter, he let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless and blaming himself for the risk his wife had undertaken.

Benedict continued to cry, his small mouth pouting. His soft and delicate sobs echoed his father’s distressed state.

Cedrick patiently comforted the baby, while his peripheral vision caught sight of a spilled pile of milk powder under the table.

He walked over, crouched down, and examined the traces of powdered milk.

His slender and graceful fingers touched the powder, twirling it between his fingertips, while his gaze darkened with contemplation.

Since Nico had worked tirelessly throughout last night and had just returned home to catch up on some sleep, Cedrick didn’t want to burden him with the task of investigating this incident.

“Contact Team Nine’s leader, Jasper, and instruct him to assemble a squad of ten soldiers. Also, bring a military dog,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir!”

While waiting for Jasper to quickly organize his team and Charles to arrive and take over, Cedrick comforted the baby.

Charles raced to the hospital, and in under ten minutes, he arrived at the baby’s ward.

Observing the disarray in the room that had yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did you manage to locate Gwen’s whereabouts? Is she safe?”

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if

is missing, and yet you seem so eager to

bereft of words. “Now is not the right time to get jealous. Finding out where Gwen is, should

in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own

me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency,

be necessary. The agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation are equally skilled,” Cedrick replied, giving him a cautious look. “I don’t trust the inexperienced officers at the bureau to take care of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if you fail

Charles kept mum.

already assembled. Cedrick turned

walking through the woods for over ten minutes while being

bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously

journey while the men in suits remained eerily

her eyes blindfolded, Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up

more like expensive marble tiles rather than

the abductors had taken her to a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned cottage in

into a house. The men in suits held her shoulders, guiding

seat felt soft to the touch, with a texture resembling fabric and cotton.

comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me

the blindfold was removed, Gwendolyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a while

mansion before her, and she found herself sitting

a middle-aged man in a tailored suit.

languidly on a

sharp and murky eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in her mouth, and poured her a cup

Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and

a glance at the coffee on the table. She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when my hands are

rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my

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