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.”

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 missing, you don’t seem to show any concern

turned his head slightly, 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,

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

well aware of your own hidden motives. Take

which showed a mix of concern and reluctance. “Can you take me with you? After all, I am

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

Charles kept mum.

had already assembled. Cedrick

for over ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn finally

bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked on. Looks like we’ve

mum throughout the journey while the men in suits remained eerily silent

auditory senses picked up the crisp

ground beneath her feet felt different, more

fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned cottage in the

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

the touch, with a texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I

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

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

moment she opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her,

turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish

languidly on a couch, was

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

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

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

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

on his cigar and grinned. “I’m confident you can untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to do

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