Hearing Ellinor say she wouldnât mind his dirtiness eased Baberâs heart.
In fact, he himself felt a bit disgusted with his dirty state.
As if remembering something, Ellinor asked again, âWhen Mom found you, you werenât breathing.
Were you pretending then too?â
Pouting, Baber honestly nodded, âAt first, yes. Before you came, that woman kept hitting and kicking me. I held my breath, hoping sheâd think I was dead and leave me. Then I could find you myself! But when I heard your voice, I didnât dare to believe it. I thought it was a hallucination, so I didnât open my eyes.
Ellinor felt relieved and smiled, âYou did well, Baber. To think of that at your age is quite remarkable!
Mom is proud of you!â
If Baber had not intentionally soiled himself, leaving such a distinctive scent, the police dogs might not have found him so quickly and accurately.
Such a clever and adorable child, yet Patricia, that wicked woman, dared to treat him so cruelly, venting her own dissatisfaction on a kid!
She was simply unfit to be a human!
Meanwhile, in the corridor, Theo answered a call from his subordinate, which informing that Patricia was caught!
Theo returned to the room and told Ellinor that he was stepping out to get her some food and would be back soon. He then stationed guard at his sonâs room to protect his wife and child, preparing to confront Patricia himself.
As he briskly walked to the elevator, Balfour appeared in front of him, his eyes filled with deep melancholy. âDid they catch her?â
Theo slightly nodded, âYes.â
âI want to go with you to see her,â Balfour said.
Theo looked at Balfour, âEven now, you still want to protect your little sister?â
Balfour sighed, âNo, I just want to ask her why sheâs ended up like this.â
With a cold stare, Theo neither agreed nor disagreed, and stepped into the elevator.
Balfour followed him, his thoughts a whirlwind.
Seeing his fatherâs worsening condition, Byran couldnât bear it anymore and suggested, âDad, with my brother gone, you should go home. My sister is now with her son in the childrenâs ward, and she probably wonât be coming back. Tomorrow, Iâll bring you here to see her.â
McNeil looked at his younger son, then at the empty bed where his daughter had been.
Ellinor probably really wouldnât be coming back for now!
Well, her absence meant she was not seriously ill, which was good. He decided to follow Byranâs advice and visit her tomorrow.
With that, McNeil nodded, accepting Byranâs help to stand up. âAlright, letâs go!â