Chapter 125

Chapter 125:

Whatever they were discussing on the phone sounded like background noise to me, as it was far from clear. How could my son be missing in this mansion, surrounded by guards and maids? He doesn’t know anywhere outside the room and the mansion. How did he manage to leave the mansion? Or is this just another one of his expensive games?

Or are they trying to prank me? Maybe one of those pranks that end with a big surprise, but this is getting too costly. The look on their faces wasn’t helping either.

“Tristan, why aren’t you saying anything? You’ve been quiet since I arrived. And you too, Dad—why are you both silent? Where’s my Dylan?” I asked, walking even closer to them.

“Actually, Emily, we really don’t know how this happened. We went for a business meeting, Dad and I. It was an important one, so we had to leave him in the care of the maids,” Tristan explained. “We came back just a few minutes ago, and he’s nowhere to be found. We’ve searched everywhere for him, but we still can’t find him.”

I scoffed loudly.

“Going out isn’t the issue. If he was left in the care of the maids, why can’t they show you where he is?” I asked.

“They claim they can’t find him either. We’ve also checked the CCTV footage in the mansion. We saw him walk out of the house by himself—it was as if he was lured out, but he left after Luna Vivienne visited,” he said.

“Why was she here? Where are the maids? What were they doing when he was lured out? How come the guards didn’t see this happening?” I asked, frustration building.

“What exactly happened?” I asked the maids, who were walking shakily toward me.

“Where have you kept my son?”

“We don’t know, ma’am. He was playing right here, but we have no idea how or when he left,” she said.

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“Then that only means it was you who kidnapped my son… all of you here?” I said, gripping her shirt.

“What’s going on here?” I heard a voice ask, and I turned to see Luna Vivienne walking in.

Confusion was written all over her face as she stared at each one of us in the seating room.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. Why are you here?” Tristan asked.

“I was here earlier and was told you weren’t around, so I had to come back. I need to see Mr. Mico,” she said, looking innocent.

It’s possible she took my son, but then again, she knows nothing about him, and there’s no way she would have seen him when he’s always in his room.

“Did you see a little boy when you came here?” I asked, almost whispering.

I had just lost my will to speak. It was hard for me to even voice my thoughts because only I could imagine the pain I felt inside. He doesn’t even know his father yet. I haven’t been a good mother to him for the past few months, too focused on myself rather than on him. Just when I thought about introducing him to his father, when I fantasized about how happy we could be, who exactly did this to me?

“A little boy? Is there supposed to be one in this mansion?” she asked.

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