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.”

The audacity of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a loving husband in

catching Charles’ fierce gaze and the icy expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my

words. “Now is not the right time to

should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his

concern and reluctance. “Can you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency,

care of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if you fail to take good care of him

Charles kept mum.

by Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick turned around

ten minutes

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

suits remained eerily

auditory senses picked up the crisp

feet felt different, more like expensive

her to a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some

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

texture resembling fabric and cotton.

before her. Did they kidnap me or invite me here as their

light. It took her a while to get used to

opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she found herself

and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the

languidly on a

narrowed slightly as he exchanged

the

mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest state. Please accept my apologies for the untidiness, Mrs. Jenson,”

She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the

can untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to do it for you, your true intentions

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