Chapter 27 The Chip's Whereabouts
On a midnight street, Micah ruthlessly pushed Sadie out of the car, her body hitting the cold pavement hard. She glanced up to see the Aston Martin speeding away, a mix of helplessness and grievance tightening her chest. Silence surrounded her, broken only by the faint hum of streetlights casting a lonely glow.
"Why can't I meet a normal guy?" Sadie muttered, feeling utterly frustrated. The cold wind bit at her, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as a piercing chill enveloped her.
She stood on the road for what felt like forever, the area around her eerily empty and void of passing cars. Anxiety gnawed at her, and her fingers clenched involuntarily as she tried to dispel the growing unease in her heart.
'Am I really going to wait here until dawn?' she wondered, a sense of despair clouding her thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a cab slowly approached. Sadie waved it down frantically. The cab stopped, and she scrambled inside, feeling a slight relief from the cold.
As the cab drove through the silent streets, Sadie leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes. Yet, her mind wouldn't rest. The memory of Micah's cold gaze replayed in her head, stirring a wave of grievance and regret. Tears welled up, blurring her vision.
'Just my luck,' she thought bitterly, recalling the scene of being pushed out of the car, her heart heavy with resentment.
Back at home, Sadie staggered into her room, her body feeling utterly drained. Her head throbbed, and she could barely muster the strength to wash up before collapsing onto her bed.
Brenda, ever the caretaker, brought her some medicine. Sadie struggled to take it before her heavy eyelids finally closed, and she slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, but Sadie still felt dreadful. Her head pounded, amplifying her misery.
Noah, her sweet little boy, went to the medicine cabinet and brought back some cold medicine along with a cup of hot water. He said, "Mommy, you need to take your medicine after breakfast."
"Good boy, Noah," Sadie said, her voice congested. "I woke up a bit late today, so Brenda will take you to the school bus."
"Don't worry, Mommy. I'll take care of Nathan and Mia," Noah replied, his little face serious and mature beyond his years.
To Sadie's surprise, he even packed some cold medicine into a small box and slipped it into her handbag. He said seriously, "Mommy, I prepared some cold medicine for you to take to work."
"You're so smart," Sadie said, pinching Noah's cheek affectionately.
Mia, the clingiest of the three, ran up with a wet wipe for her nose. She pouted, "Mommy, don't go to work. Take a day off and see a doctor."
"I will be fine after taking some medicine," Sadie reassured her.
"I'll get you some water," Mia offered, already mimicking Brenda's careful actions. She poured Sadie a glass of water and watched as she drank it all before refilling the cup.
Sadie's heart swelled with comfort. Her kids were only three years old but already so considerate. She asked in confusion, "Where was Nathan?"
Mia, pinching her nose, pointed toward the balcony. She grumbled, "Nathan is watching Little Coco use the bathroom."
Sure enough, in the cage on the windowsill, Little Coco was busy doing its business while Nathan, armed with a small stick, watched intently. After a while, Little Coco finished, and Nathan's stick came into play, poking at the droppings. Finding nothing, he sighed.
"Nathan, did you find any gold?" Brenda asked while cooking.
"No," Nathan replied hopefully. "Maybe next time it will come out."
Noah, observing Nathan's serious expression, began to wonder if his brother's imagination might actually be onto something.
The family enjoyed a hearty breakfast together. Afterward, Brenda took the kids to preschool, and Sadie headed straight to work.
Seeing her sneeze non-stop, the cab driver silently turned up the heat, glancing at her with concern. Sadie smiled in thanks, though inside, she was fuming. 'Micah, and that male escort, you two are something else. Men are all the same! Except for the driver,' she corrected mentally, thankful for his concern.
Sneezes must be contagious because Micah sneezed twice in his sleek Rolls-Royce. Andrew, his driver, glanced at him through the rearview mirror, relieved to see that Micah wasn't sick, and continued scrolling on his phone.
"Mr. Clemens, the results are in. Panther handed the chip to a child at the Grand Mall," Andrew reported, frowning. "From the surveillance footage, the kid looks no more than three or four years old."
"Search the entire city!" Micah's tone was sharp and commanding.
"Yes, sir," Andrew answered.
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