Chapter 386

Darcy was not in the hospital, which proved that there was a problem with her.

Lawrence shouted at Bryan, "Send people to search for Darcy throughout the city, find all the properties of the Ordelia family in Lymington, and track her whereabouts."

He then turned to Jeremy and ordered, "Jeremy, concentrate the police force, have them come to the hospital immediately!"

Lawrence tightly held Winnie's wrist, not allowing her to break free, and peered down at her. His gaze softened, hinting at a myriad of emotions coursing through him. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I didn't know before. If I had known, our child wouldn't have had an accident."

Winnie, with red eyes, pushed him away, saying, "Let's hope so. Your mother is more important. Let's go to the monitoring room at the hospital."

With a cold look in his eyes, Lawrence pulled her hand and ran downstairs.

Darcy disguised herself and came out of a villa in Lymington.

One of the servants, Max, called her, saying that the people were about to be taken to the destination she had arranged. He then asked her what he should do next.

in the afternoon, Darcy had perfectly concealed the traces of the "hospital kidnapping." Even if Lawrence suspected and asked the police to investigate, there wouldn't be any problem with the hospital surveillance and witnesses.

Now, all that was left for her to do was secretly deal with Madam Rodriguez and her grandson. Then, she would return to the villa unnoticed and continue creating evidence of being absent.

Darcy drove an unfamiliar car with her people, heading toward the eastern border of Lymington.

It was nearly 10 pm, and she hadn't arrived at her destination yet. Suddenly, she received another call from Max.

His tone changed dramatically, "Ms. Darcy, something bad happened. We just brought the elderly woman and the young boy to the house in the mountainside, but we were ambushed as soon as we turned around. All of our men got injured, and I was dragged down the mountain with a knife wound. I don't know about the situation of the child and the elderly woman in the house."

"What?!" Darcy was shocked and caught off guard.

Oscar and his grandmother were tied up in an old, gloomy house.

All suspicious items such as his smartwatch and tracking necklace were found and confiscated by the kidnappers. He didn't cooperate and received many beatings from the thugs. The little guy was then thrown into the old house, covered in injuries.

His grandmother's breathing was uneven, and without the oxygen machine, she could hardly move. Oscar, just three and a half years old, had been diligently employing the techniques his mother had taught him to aid his grandmother's breathing. However, his efforts were hindered by his tender age, and his strength proved insufficient when applying pressure to certain areas.

With his eyes turning red, Oscar occasionally reminded his grandmother, "Grandma, please don't fall asleep, okay?"

Madam Rodriguez blinked gently and tenderly, offering a fragile touch to his hand. Her eyes seemed to say, "Don't be afraid, child, I will protect you."

Oscar's pupils became even redder. He had hardly spent time with his grandmother, but she was such a gentle person.

Suddenly, abnormal sounds erupted outside the house, resembling the clamor of a fierce altercation. Amidst the chaos, he discerned several frail, wailing voices-recognizing them as the cries of Darcy's henchmen. Abruptly, these voices fell silent, swallowed by the night.

Doubts flickered in Oscar's eyes as his ears pricked up, the sound of rain and woods outside the leaky window merged into a cold picture. Aside from the howling wind, there was no one left.

He couldn't help but wonder where the people went. Oscar mustered up the courage to take a look outside. Despite his hands being bound, he managed to crawl to his feet.

"No..." Madam Rodriguez frowned, watching her grandson's dangerous behavior, trying to stop him.

Oscar had already made it outside, but to his surprise, there wasn't a single person around the old house. It made him question what was going on earlier.

Regardless of the situation, Oscar knew that this was his chance to escape. He quickly went back inside and urgently exclaimed, "Grandma, there's no one outside, we can escape now."

The young boy returned to his grandmother's side, excited. But his hands were tied with a rope, and it would take too long to free himself and then rescue his grandmother. "Grandma, can you get up on your own?"

Madam Rodriguez looked at him with pitiful eyes, gasping heavily for breath. She could barely breathe.

"Grandma!" Oscar grew anxious as he saw her lips turning purple.

Madam Rodriguez heard Oscar's words, "There was no one outside," and she opened her mouth, emitting a hoarse syllable: "Run." She wanted the child to run away quickly and not worry about her. She weakly extended her frail hand, pushing him away persistently.

"What's the matter with you, Grandma? Don't strain yourself. I won't leave you alone, Grandma."

Madam Rodriguez was too exhausted. Slowly, she closed her eyes. No matter how loudly Oscar shouted, she seemed to have fallen into unconsciousness.

Oscar cried tearfully, wondering if his grandmother would be all right. No matter how hard he tried, his small body just couldn't move her. However, that was their only chance to escape. Oscar was torn on whether he should stay and guard his grandmother or run outside to find a ray of hope.

Oscar hesitated for a few seconds and made up his mind. He proceeded to take out a folded pen from his pocket and threw it on the ground. Teary-eyed, he bit down on the paper with his small mouth and wrote a message. He then stuffed it into his grandmother's pocket before running out nervously.

The rain was pouring heavily, its torrential drops obscuring Oscar's sense of direction. Frantically, his little body ran aimlessly through the woods.

He didn't dare to cry for help; afraid that Darcy's men would come back. However, he had to find someone to save his grandmother.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared down the hill in front of him. Delicate and slender, she held a transparent umbrella. She looked like a young girl from the side.

At first, Oscar was startled but he gathered his courage and walked over while anxiously twisting his hands. He tentatively called out, "Can you please help me? My grandmother had collapsed inside that old house!"

The figure remained silent, twirling an elegant handkerchief, and coughed lightly. She then turned her head and glanced at Oscar as her pale lips curved slightly. "Kid, if you want to call for help for your grandmother, I can show you the way."

As the young girl turned around, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the scene. Oscar raised his head, his eyes widening in surprise. To his astonishment, the girl's face bore a striking resemblance to his mother's. He must have been mistaken. Blinking in disbelief, his hand twisting nervously, he remained alert despite his tender age.

"I can't move your grandmother, but we can find someone to help," the girl said, holding an umbrella with a hint of kindness in her voice. After speaking, she started walking forward.

Oscar was bewildered by the uncanny resemblance the woman bore to his mother. Still reeling from shock and harboring resentment towards her sudden appearance, he now confronted the looming despair of his grandmother's critical condition. With each passing moment potentially fatal for her, he found himself without options. Unable to navigate the mountain terrain alone, Oscar begrudgingly decided to follow the girl, his only hope for help.

In his heart, he held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that this girl who slightly resembled his mother was not a bad person, and that she could lead him to the villagers down the mountain to seek their help for his grandmother.

Oscar carefully followed behind, his mind buzzing with uncertainty about how long they had walked. The girl suddenly stopped, and Oscar, who was walking with her under the umbrella, stopped too.

He noticed a sleek black car parked by the side of the road, its tinted windows hiding whatever lay within. A vague feeling of unease crept into his young mind. He clenched his jaw, took a step back, and swiftly turned to flee.

"Peter," the girl called softly.

Peter's men quickly restrained Oscar.

"Let go of me, let go of me! I need to save my grandmother, who are you? Who are you?" Oscar shouted as he pointed at the girl.

He had falsely thought that she was there to lead him down the mountain. Instead, she was there to capture him. He had mistakenly judged her face, assuming that she was a kind person. In his panic earlier, he had blindly followed a bad person.

The girl, elegant and windblown, coughed softly, narrowing her eyes as she looked inside the car. She smiled and said, "Take him away."

Peter nodded and gave orders to his men.

The girl then got into her car, while Claire covered her with a shawl. As she lowered a crack in the window, revealing a pair of clear and tranquil eyes, it seemed like she was signaling something to Peter.

Peter understood. "Miss, the old woman from the mountain house has been taken to another location by us. You'll be able to see her soon."