The Silent Wife

Chapter 225

When Rachel heard the familiar voice, her hands trembled. “Samuel!”

Meanwhile, Frankie sensed that something was off and asked, “What’s wrong, Miss Hudson? What happened?”

“Samuel’s…” As she was about to explain, she remembered the kidnapper’s warning, so she immediately stopped. After all, she was reminded of the incident with her grandmother, and all she could feel in that instant was panic.

“What about Samuel?”

Since she was too panicked to explain anything, Rachel grew impatient while waiting for the elevator and turned around before she stormed toward the staircase. On the other hand, Frankie couldn’t even stop her.

“President Burton, Miss Hudson just received a call and rushed off. Something seems to have happened to Samuel.” Upon returning to the office, Frankie relayed the situation to Justin.

The latter asked doubtfully, “What can possibly happen to that brat?” The brat’s always acting as if he’s a grown-up, running to my home to look for me and all that. Even if he were to bump into a trafficker, he’d be the one to traffic the trafficker.

“I’m not sure either, but it seemed urgent. Perhaps something has really happened to him. Why don’t we send someone to check it out, President Burton?”

As he scowled, Justin suddenly remembered the phone call from earlier. Instantly, he gripped the pen in his hand. To the outside world, Samuel was his own son-he was being kidnapped!

Meanwhile, Rachel phoned Julian as she rushed to the abandoned theater in Eastown. “Hello? Are you at my place? Is Samuel at home?”

“I was going to ask you if Samuel went out by himself. There’s no one here.”

Upon hearing Julian’s words, Rachel affirmed the kidnapper’s threats.

“What’s wrong, Chris?” Julian queried as he sensed something wrong with her tone.

“Nothing. There’s something I need to do. I’ll talk to you later.” Upon finishing her sentence, she quickly hung up on him.

be monitoring her phone calls, she didn’t dare to tell him

the cab started navigating to the

occur very soon. While bushes of grass filled both sides of the path to the old theater, the complementing tall trees were left unmanaged. Nonetheless, they had grown quite healthily as the rich leaves shielded the sunrays.

got out of the taxi, she stormed right into the theater. In the spacious hall, dust covered every surface as cobwebs

entered the building as

was no one to be seen. After countless shouts, the speakers in the corner suddenly sounded with piercing static noises that would force frowns

full of fixtures, a figure showed up from backstage, and he was followed by two men that seemed to be bodyguards who carried

chill. How

sat on the chair; the wound on his face was still visible as the bruise under

to see

I divorced five years ago. I bear no

would come to her himself. Hence, it was obvious that the feud was

moron to you? Can’t I tell whether there’s a connection between the two of you?” Mr. Wayne leered at Rachel icily and continued, “Six years ago, you guys played me like a fool; six years later, you guys managed

have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Wayne, but Samuel is

feed the boy to the sharks. You better believe it!” As he finished speaking, another

let out a muffled sound. Since his mouth

tormented son devastated her, Rachel charged toward the stage.

go!” Rachel was about to collapse. Samuel’s only a boy! What did he do to

go? What leverage would I have on you if I were to let

idea what you’re talking about!

me up. And now you’re all slithery, pushing sh*t to each

the hell do

Justin? I want to see

come. Samuel’s not