Joelle sidestepped the question. âWhat does that have to do with the current situation?â
Hooper threatened, âIf you donât agree, Iâm afraid youâll never see your two daughters again.â
Joelleâs eyes narrowed, her defiance blazing. âAre you threatening me now?â
âI just want to invite you for a conversation.â
Joelle asked, âDo you dare to exchange my life for Rylandâs?â
She stood her ground like a lioness defending her cubs, her fiery glare boring into Hooper.
Hooper hesitated briefly, unnerved by the sheer force of her maternal protectiveness. The night wind carried a chill, and his sweat-soaked uniform clung to his back, forcing him to take a breath and steady himself. He held her gaze without flinching, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellowed photograph.
âI had a family too, but theyâre gone now, all of them.â The photo was a family portrait of him, his wife, and daughter.
Joelleâs throat tightened as emotions bubbled to the surface. The little girl looked only six or seven years old. The edges of the photo were worn, and its faded colors told the story of a loss long endured.
âMrs. Miller, I have no choice. Iâd sacrifice Ryland if it meant saving countless others.â
Before Joelle could respond, Hooper nodded towards his men. They gripped her arms and dragged her towards the waiting car.
Before Hooper could even contact Adrian, Adrian had already noticed Joelleâs disappearance and found out her location.
When he stormed into the police station, his fury was palpable. Without hesitation, Adrian threw the door to Hooperâs office open and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him out of his chair.
âAre you out of your mind?â
âMiller, please calm down. Mrs. Miller is perfectly safe here.â
âSafe?â Adrianâs fist slammed down on the desk, his veins bulging with restrained fury. âHow about I take you out of your bed in the middle of the night and see how âsafeâ you feel?â
Hooper remained unfazed. âIf youâd agreed to cooperate when I asked nicely, none of this wouldâve been necessary.â
âSpare me the excuses. Thatâs your problem. Return my wife to me now.â
âExchange Ryland for your wife. Do you agree?â Hooperâs eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam in them.
Adrian froze for a moment before letting out a mocking laugh. He released Hooper and took a deliberate step back, his eyes scanning the room with contempt. âYou really think heâll just obediently lead you up the mountain?â
Of course, Hooper knew Ryland might not cooperate. But he didnât want to consider that possibility. This country had been buffeted by upheavals for too long. He wanted to grasp any hope he could find.
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