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.”

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 public? Now that Gwen is

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 place. Are you trying to usurp my position? I’m still alive, in

is not the right time to get

a stern expression, placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of

“Can you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my skills could be of assistance in

trust the inexperienced officers at the bureau to take care of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if you fail to take good care of him and cause me any trouble, it will only put Gwenny in further danger. I

Charles kept mum.

already assembled. Cedrick turned around and swiftly left the

after walking through the woods for over ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn finally arrived at

echoed crisply as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the

while the men in suits

auditory senses picked up

different, more like

her to a fancy place. Aren’t

house. The men in suits held her shoulders,

texture resembling

was perplexed, struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or invite

burst of bright light. It took her a while to get used to the blinding light before lifting her

saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she found herself sitting on a couch

her head and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit.

a

slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in her mouth, and

which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest state.

as she cast 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 still bound? And isn’t it rather excessive to resort to such measures just to

“I’m confident you can untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to do it for you, your true intentions would have been

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