Chapter_27
Chapter 27
“Yes,” Abel scowled, his voice low and strained. “I have the same allergy as Hesperus.”
“H-How can it be?” Emmeline gasped. “Her father is Adrien!”
Abel shook his head. “I’ve thought about this before. Adrien is not allergic to kiwi.”
Emmeline was stunned. “Is the paternity test real?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“Of course it’s real,” Abel replied, his tone firm. “The Ryker family’s hospital ran the test. And…” He hesitated, his eyes briefly flickering away.
“Yes?” Emmeline prompted, her heart beginning to race.
Abel’s voice dropped, “And I had sex with Alana, not with you.”
“O-Oh…” Emmeline stuttered, shocked by his words. “Let’s get to the hospital. Your ears are red!”
At the hospital, after receiving an injection for his allergic reaction, it was already ten o’clock at night. The triplets were being picked up by the nanny, leaving Emmeline to accompany Abel.
As they were about to leave the hospital, Abel’s phone rang. He answered immediately, his eyes narrowing as he saw the caller ID.
“Mom?” Abel’s voice became urgent. “What’s wrong?”
“A-Abel, something bad happened…” Rosaline’s voice trembled with panic. “Please come back now!”
Abel’s heart skipped a beat. “What’s going on, Mom?”
“Timothy… Timothy’s been kidnapped!” Rosaline’s voice cracked as she spoke.
Abel’s stomach dropped. “How did it happen?”
“The surveillance shows that Timmy walked out of the mansion alone and was taken by a black car,” Rosaline explained, her voice shaky.
“Do you know who did it?” Abel asked, his brow furrowed.
“I’ve already called the police, but we don’t know anything yet. Please, Abel, help us!” Rosaline was almost pleading now.
“I’ll be back right away,” Abel said, his tone decisive. He hung up the phone and looked at Emmeline, his face grim.
“Did something happen to Timothy?” Emmeline asked, her voice filled with concern. She had grown fond of the boy; he resembled her own children so much.
Abel nodded grimly. “Yes. I’ll drop you off first, then I need to go.”
“I’ll take a taxi,” Emmeline said quickly. “Please, go save Timothy.”
“Alright, take care of yourself,” Abel said, already turning to leave.
Emmeline nodded before stepping out of the car. Abel drove off swiftly, his mind racing.
Back at her apartment, Emmeline quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Benjamin. “Please look into what’s happening with the Ryker family. Send someone to get me as well.”
“Yes, Ms. Louise. Please send me your location. The driver will be there shortly,” Benjamin replied.
Emmeline sent him her location, and within ten minutes, the driver arrived to take her to the coffee shop. As soon as she arrived, Benjamin called her back.
“Ms. Louise,” he said, his voice steady. “Abel’s son, Timothy, was kidnapped. The rescue mission is set for eight o’clock tonight.”
“Please, send help to them!” Emmeline urged.
“Understood, Ms. Louise,” Benjamin responded, then quickly hung up.
Emmeline’s heart ached as she thought about Timothy. Abel, please save him.
Back at the Ryker family mansion, Alana was beside herself with worry. Her eyes were red with tears as she clutched Abel for comfort.
“A-Abel…” she sobbed, “Who would do such a thing to our son? I’m so afraid!”
Abel frowned but gently patted her back. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise we will get him back safely.”
Alana buried her face in his chest, crying harder. “Timmy is our precious son. I can’t live if anything happens to him!”
Abel’s expression softened, his voice firm. “No, I will never let anyone harm him. Please, rest assured.”
“O-Okay…” Alana managed, though there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Auntie Alondra was right. Abel falls for it every time!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the landline ringing. Rosaline rushed over to answer the call, her face paling when she spoke.
“What do you want with my grandson?” Rosaline’s voice was trembling. “I’ll give you anything, including money. Just don’t hurt him!”
A voice on the other end responded coldly, “Madame Ryker, we won’t harm him. We only want money.”
“Tell me how much!” Rosaline cried, her desperation palpable. “Return my grandson to me!”
The kidnapper on the other end paused for a moment before answering, “Give us three more days. We will tell you how much we want after we’ve discussed it.”
Abel stormed forward, grabbing the phone from Rosaline’s hand. His voice thundered through the receiver. “Who are you? Who gave you the audacity to kidnap my son?”
There was a brief pause before the kidnapper’s voice came back, colder and more detached than before.
“Your son is in our hands now. Don’t worry; we’ll be in touch.”
With that, the line went dead.
Abel stood there, his grip tightening on the phone as he tried to control his fury. Emmeline’s voice broke through his anger.
“Abel… what are we going to do?”
Abel looked at her, his jaw clenched. “We do everything we can to get him back. I won’t rest until Timothy is safe.”
As the tension in the room grew, Alana looked at Abel with a hidden, satisfied smile. This is just the beginning. Soon, Abel will be mine…
