Try Begging - Chapter 161.2
The note didn’t offer a definitive clue, but it was enough to loosen the tension stiffening Leon’s neck.
At least he had confirmed her safety.
The focus of the search was narrowed down to the Wakefield area in the southern central region, thanks to the gold bars. In early March, they had traced the serial numbers of the gold bars Jonathan Riddle Jr. had sold over the years and issued a search warrant for nearby numbers at every gold purchasing outlet.
A week ago, Leon’s hunch was proven correct.
A bank in Wakefield reported that a pregnant woman wearing sunglasses sold two one-troy-ounce gold bars on March 7. Though the report took some time to come through, filling the gap in her whereabouts for several months was satisfactory enough.
She had sold two gold bars.
Leon deduced the purpose was either rent or childbirth expenses. Either way, it meant Grace was planning to give birth in Wakefield.
“Keep the hospitals and maternity wards under surveillance.”
“Yes, orders have already been issued.”
“Good. Carry on.”
After receiving the bank’s tip, Leon immediately focused warrants on hospitals and maternity wards in and around Wakefield. Naturally, there was still a chance his prediction might be incorrect, so he also distributed flyers to hospitals and maternity wards nationwide.
A pregnant woman with turquoise eyes. A mother reluctant to remove her sunglasses. A mother arriving alone without family.
Any of these features were uncommon enough to catch the attention of medical staff and midwives. Securing her pregnancy was a brilliant strategy. It was only a matter of time before she walked into his trap.
Only four weeks remained until the estimated delivery date.
Soon, he would be able to hold Grace and the child.
As suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped, and the clouds cleared. Sunlight poured through the window, and Leon smiled triumphantly.
April was as capricious as his mood, fluctuating between hell and heaven.
The crying didn’t seem to know when to stop. The baby had disturbed her deep sleep even before being born and seemed to have brought that habit from her womb. It was just like that man’s child to keep on tormenting her.
“D*mned son of a b*tch.”
“Shh, the baby hears.”
Amid the cries of the baby, a familiar voice mixed in.
“Don’t badmouth the father in front of the child. It’s not good for their education.”
In that moment, Grace sharply gasped as she felt a chill run through her body. The silhouette outlined against the dawn light streaming through the window was as familiar as the voice.
“I always wondered what mixing fire and ice would create…”
The man was cradling the baby and looked down affectionately.
“Turns out, it’s something beautiful.”
His eyes were hidden, though she could feel his emotions through his tender tone, which was disgusting.
“No, it’s gorgeous.”
He whispered and kissed the whining baby’s forehead. Grace watched him, her fists trembling with rage.
Why. Why…
The same questions repeated in her mind, now blank with shock.
She had done everything to avoid being caught by this man. Just a month or two ago, she had found a suitable apartment to hide in. Immediately, she filled it with men’s belongings, creating the illusion that a husband might just be temporarily away.
All these efforts were primarily to deceive the midwife.
Yesterday, after going four days past the due date, labor began, and the midwife arrived just as she pretended her husband was on a business trip. She had even drawn the curtains and darkened the room, using red bulbs that made her eyes a different color than blue-green.
The midwife seemed utterly unsuspecting. She simply pitied Grace for having to give birth alone and the husband for missing the birth.
But why had it come to this? Had the midwife recognized her and made a report?
As despair set in, the man who was holding the baby suddenly laughed.
“You always said as long as the baby doesn’t look like me… What did I tell you? Be careful what you wish for.”
He continued to play with the baby’s hair, smiling contentedly, seemingly oblivious to Grace’s glaring.
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Maham.b
No she got caught???? I thought it would take 5 years for him to caught her
Moonlail
Whatttt?? Alreadyy