In the large hospital corridor, thick thuds of boots slamming against the ceramic floor could be heard. Henry’s mom was just halfway from her son’s medical room when she met Dr. Briggs. With a soft smile on her face, she greeted him. “Dr. Briggs, how are you today?”“I’m fine, madam. Here to see Henry, I guess?” The doctor assumed, however, that he was right. Even though her son had not recovered from the hit, she is still happy that she has been able to bring the culprit to justice. Mia was still in her custody, and until she was able to find this so-called Peter, she would not rest. Meanwhile, Mia had forgotten to give her Peter’s full name.She sighed.“Your son will be fine; it’s just a matter of time and he will be back to normal," the doctor promised.“It's fine then; I still want to see if he can tell me a few things." She said she was still convinced in her heart that her son wasn’t mad. She had never experienced anything as such in her life. But then she keeps thinking about
CHAPTER 78The men left the hospital and headed straight to the place where they had held Mia for about forty-eight hours with nothing to it.Mia was lying on the floor on her back when she heard the boots clicking against the hard floor. She managed to turn, holding her dislocated hand in place. A foul smell emanated from her mouth and her body. She hasn't had a bath in two days, and her hair is a mess. She blew air from her mouth into her palm and smelled it.She gagged at her odor. Her eyes were afraid.The steps grow closer and closer, and on my feet, I jab the door open, falling to one side of the wall.“There you are, our smart lady." The leader of the gang hailed her. Mia scowled at him.“Well, I guess you’ve had a nice time with the insect in this damn room." His colleagues laughed at his dry joke.“Get me out of here." She ordered them this time. She had a sorrowful look in her eyes and didn’t know how to express her pain anymore. Her stomach was hurting, and her eyes were be
Peter paced his office back and forth with disappointment on his face. He had asked his workers to stay at home for a few days so they could rest from the incident. Tyler wasn’t hurt that much and has refused to stay home. Instead, he resumed work early in the morning as usual, and when Peter saw him come into his office, he was shocked. “I thought I asked you to stay home for a few days. What are you doing here?” Peter asked with a small frown, marring his features.“I asked you to stay home, Tyler; you shouldn’t be here at this moment.” He said that and checked the time on his wristwatch. “Seventeen minutes past seven o’clock? Who the hell shows up at work this early? Or do you have anything you are not telling me?” He raised his brows in speculation.“Sir, I can’t stay home when the company is in this critical stage. I am not as broken as you think. I can still do my job." Tyler countered. “And the injury on your hand?” Peter asked, looking at the plaster on Tyler’s hand. "C'mon
“Tyler, do you think we can get to the root of this?”Peter asked. He is sure the detective and his team would do a great job, but then something inside of him tells him the mission would be near impossible if he didn't involve himself in the search. “I think Mr. Reynolds knows his onions so well. You brought him, didn't you?” He flashes his boss a knowing look."Yes, sure, but do you think I got those names right? Victor could be innocent this time, you know. We were all at the inaugural conference together. If he had a hand in it, do you even think he would show up all dressed so nicely?”. Peter asked again. The thoughts running through his mind were just too much to ignore. He needed to talk to someone at the time, and Tyler was the only one who could understand his pain right now.“You should go to the factory and make a little inquiry about the boys hired to load the truck. Someone should have an idea." He said it coldly. “Also meet the accountant for compensation for your inj
A knock on Victor's door, and he finds himself creeping out to check who it was. He had had one of the best sleeps of his life since the chaos with his cousin. He grudgingly stormed out of his room, taking short, calculated steps on the stairs. He wasn't expecting anyone at all, so it bothers him who would be standing at his doorpost knocking in these early hours of the morning. “Who is it?” He called out the moment he was close to the door. He heard the voice say something, but the cook got the words right. He turned the knob and pulled it open. "Yes, how may I help you?" He spoke to the man standing in front of him. Victor scanned the man's face; he suspected he had seen him somewhere, but he just couldn't place a finger at the exact place he had seen the man.“Good morning, Mr. Victor Coleman. I am Detective Reynolds." He asked for his ID.Victor's mind skipped for a bit.“A detective in my house? How did you even know where I lived?" Victor was surprised at the sudden show-up
Mr. Reynolds knows something isn't right about the whole thing. He knows that Victor and his father have a lot of cockroaches in their cupboards. He smiled as he drove off from the mansion. He took up his phone and stared at it for a while. Then he stopped right at the traffic sign for a while, and when it turned green again, he picked up and moved quickly before taking the left turn towards the outskirts of the town. A region where the most influential people in the city lived. When he stopped at the front of the renewed mansion, he paused and marveled at the magnificent structure before him. Peter most definitely has good taste when it comes to construction and decor. This was just another piece of evidence, but the reason he still had Billy and his wife living in his house was something that bothered his mind so much.He pulled up to come out of the car when he caught someone running towards the back and shouting.“The devil has arrived." Reynolds shrugged and came out still. He
Get up, the leader of the gang said to Mia as she lay on the ground with her back pressed against the wall.“I should...?” She tried to speak when the huge man immediately scowled at her.“Are you daft? I said, Get up! Stand up!” Mia rushed to her feet, ignoring all the pains and grunts in her bones. She needs the support and strength in her bones now more than ever. She struggled, finally helping herself to her feet.The four looked at her with heavy frowns on their faces. Guns are cracking up at her. She quickly raised her hand in total surrender. Then she moved away a bit. Staggering to get her balance. Then she stood.You are very lucky, and I pray Henry gets back on his feet normal and fine; otherwise, you and your entire household will be gone. Do you see all these bullets? We would not hesitate to pierce them through your flesh," she scowled at her. Mia squeezed her eyes in fright as the words came to her ears. She has heard a lot of harsh words in the past few days, but none
A second bang on the door, and her mother ran out of the house to get the door.“Mom!” Mia called out happily. Mia! Her mother responded with a huge smile this time, and then they hugged.“Come on in, where have you been?” Her mother asked, leading her into the small living room. She held Mia's hand tight and squeezed it a bit. Her baby girl has been nowhere to be found for a couple of days, and she couldn't even do anything about it.“Billy, Billy, our daughter is back." She called, and in no time Billy came rushing out of the room into the sitting room. He rushed towards his daughter and hugged her tight.“We've been searching for you. Not literally, though, but where have you been?” Billy asked, but Mia was mute and calm. Billy searched her face and saw a black line traced on her cheek.“You've got a huge bruise on your face? What happened to you?” Billy asked. Mia had always known her father to be the very observant one, unlike her mom, who barely noticed anything happening to her