Chapter 50
One sentence from a kidnapper, and Yves believed it without question, moving quickly to rescue her.
But with Lionel, call after call had only brought more despair.
Even if you don’t love someone… shouldn’t you at least have a shred of decency?
She had saved his life once. Why couldn’t he bring himself to save hers?
Why?
Fat tears fell onto the blanket, one after another, soaking a large patch, but she couldn’t stop them.
Yves didn’t say anything. He just handed her a tissue.
He didn’t know what had happened to her, but seeing her silent tears, he knew exactly who had hurt her.
The hospital room was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind outside. That night, after Yves left, Hannah was alone in the room.
She couldn’t sleep. She sat up in bed, hugging her knees, her head resting against them as she stared at the crescent moon outside the window.
Perhaps she had cried too much over the past two days, been hurt too deeply. In this moment, her heart was surprisingly calm. Her red-rimmed eyes couldn’t produce another tear.
The phone on her bedside table vibrated again and again. The caller ID, [Lionel], lit up the screen repeatedly, but she never reached for it.
The person whose call she once desperately longed for was now the person whose call she most despised.
She glanced at the phone as it rang again, then looked away without a flicker of interest.
The next morning, Yves arrived with Anna.
Knowing Hannah was in the hospital, Anna had thoughtfully brought a change of clothes for her.
When she walked into the room and saw how haggard Hannah looked after just a few days, her eyes immediately reddened.
“Hannah, are you okay?” Anna’s
voice trembled as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing her friend’s hollowed cheeks, she frowned. How on earth did you get kidnapped? Do you have any idea who did it?” sŵnovels
Hannah shook her head.
Honestly, she couldn’t think of anyone who would want to kidnap her.
She had considered Sandra, but she didn’t seem like the type to do something so drastic. Sandra was
Strange she clair to like Lionel
but he actions didn’t always align. They were close, but she never crossed any major lines.
But even stranger than Sandra was Lionel himself. If he had kept his distance, Sandra surely would have too.
If it wasn’t Sandra, then who could it be?
Had Lionel offended someone, and they found out about their relationship, kidnapping her to threaten him?
That was the only explanation that made any sense. She couldn’t think of anything else.
“The police are still investigating. They should have some leads soon,” Yves said, placing a bag of breakfast on the table. “You haven’t eaten, have you? I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I got a bit of everything p>
“Thank you, Mr. Lancaster.” Hannah watched as he unpacked the bag and was stunned.
There were at least a dozen different items-various kinds of porridge, juice, pastries, and sandwiches. It was a dizzying array.
“I have to get back to the office. I’ve hired a private nurse for you. Call me if you need anything,” Yves said before leaving.
Once he was gone, Anna leaned in close to Hannah and whispered, “Hannah, don’t you think Mr.
Lancaster treats you… differently? When he heard you were in trouble, he canceled a meeting halfway through and rushed to find you with a team of people p>
Hannah’s heart skipped a beat.
“I think Mr. Lancaster definitely likes you p>