Chapter 876
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From the passenger seat, Dustin glanced over, the confidence in Collin’s voice prompting a question. “How do you know Linsey is the mother?”
Without blinking, Collin returned the look, his tone steady and firm. “Linsey’s the only woman I’ve ever been with. If it’s not her, then who else would it be?”
A different face popped into Dustin’s mind—the same woman he had seen twice with Zander. Her name remained a mystery, but the memory stuck.
“We’ll get answers once we’re there,” Dustin said quietly.
It wasn’t long before their car pulled in behind the taxi at the entrance of a hotel.
With his eyebrows drawn together, Collin glanced sideways at Dustin, who looked just as thrown off.
“What’s he doing at a hotel?” Dustin asked, confused.
Rather than answer, Collin opened the door. “We’ll find out soon enough.”
Up ahead, Zander was already jumping out of the taxi. The second Collin saw him, the tension in his chest eased. He had been uneasy ever since Zander insisted on heading back alone. Now, as he watched the boy rush toward the hotel, those worries faded. Without wasting a second, Collin and Dustin followed.
Every step toward the entrance made Collin’s pulse quicken. He was moments away from seeing Linsey. And if the child was truly hers, then everything would change.
They watched as Zander entered the hotel and stepped into an elevator. Both men stood at the entrance, eyes fixed on the floor number lighting up above the doors.
𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: gal⸽no⸽vels⸰co⸰m
“Stay put. If the kid comes back down, let me know immediately.” Collin gave instructions to his men before stepping into the elevator.
“Understood, sir.”
Without hesitation, Dustin stepped into the elevator alongside Collin. The moment the doors opened on the designated floor, they filed out one after the other, scanning each hallway for signs of Zander.
“You head that way,” Dustin said, pointing down one corridor.
A single nod from Collin was all it took before he moved swiftly in that direction.
Uncertainty still lingered. If they didn’t spot Zander soon, they would be forced to ask the front desk for help. Linsey would not like either option, whether it was following the child or asking at the front desk.
Still, Collin couldn’t afford to hesitate. He needed to find her. He needed answers. And he needed them now.
A sudden cry echoed down the hall—fragile, panicked, and unmistakably Zander’s. “Mommy! Mommy, where did you go? Mommy!”
Collin’s heart jumped. He took off in a sprint toward the voice without a second thought. He turned a corner and spotted a room with the door thrown wide open, Zander’s frantic sobs spilling out from within.
Crossing the threshold without pause, Collin stepped into the room and found Zander stumbling around, red-eyed and disoriented.
“Mommy!” Hearing someone enter, Zander spun around. But the face he saw wasn’t the one he wanted. It was the bad man.
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