Chapter 492 Finally
His pursuers were totally floored. They'd never seen such a freaky fire that could torch someone to ashes in a blink, leaving zilch behind. The phone got torched too.
The caretaker freaked out, "Report it! Now! A big-shot inmate just bailed from the hospital."
The Jonathan, let it end here. went nuts.
On the other end, Audrey heard the busy signal and knew Jonathan was toast, literally. She felt a wave of relief; the only guy who could ID her kid was now crispy critters, and no one could bug her anymore.
To her, Jonathan was just a lap dog. If he’d played nice, Audrey wouldn’t have sent him to his doom, but this mutt dared to bite back, so he had it coming. Plus, with enough cash, she could buy ten, a hundred of these dogs.
Audrey chucked the phone into the toilet, poured in some special solution, and the phone melted into a nasty puddle. Next up, she had to become Francis's legit wife.
Audrey grinned. With Harper out of the way and the syringe in her hand, why wouldn’t Francis fall in line?
She pulled out another phone, dialed a number, and said, "Ryan, did you get the person? I did everything you said. Your move now."
A deep voice on the other end replied, "Everything's set."
Audrey brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, her eyes fierce but her voice sweet as she said, "You know what I want, right? I only want Francis."
With that, she hummed a tune, feeling pretty smug, and went back to her room to crash.
Around the corner, Abigail tiptoed back to her room and pulled out a phone hidden under her bed. She dialed Francis's number, and when it connected, she whispered, "You need to find Harper, fast."
Francis frowned and called out, "Mom?"
Abigail coughed lightly and cleared her throat. She had just made herself puke too hard, using her hand to gag herself, and her throat was bleeding.
Abigail rasped, "Chloe is with Ryan. They’re probably plotting against Harper to get to you."
Francis's face got serious as he asked, "Is it Audrey? Is she at the Getty Mansion?"
"I brought her here," Abigail said.
Since she stopped taking her meds, Abigail had seen through Audrey's cold-heartedness more and more. To force Francis to come back, Audrey had messed with the handrail, making her fall down the stairs. She also fed her sleeping pills every day so she could move around the Mansion freely.
Abigail knew that, after being treated so heartlessly by Francis, Audrey would definitely go nuclear. So she thought it would be better to keep Audrey close rather than trying to guard against her from afar. Finally, she had some crucial info.
Francis's face got even more serious as he said, "Mom, lock the door. I'll have Glenn come get you out."
Abigail shook her head and said, "Don't worry about me. Audrey hasn't noticed anything. If Glenn comes, she'll find out. You need to find Harper quickly; she's in danger!"
Francis insisted, "Listen to me. Lock the door. I'll have Glenn get you out."
After hanging up, Francis instructed Glenn and immediately dialed Harper's phone. It was a busy line. Francis's brow furrowed tightly as he sped away in his car.
At the Getty Mansion, after hanging up the phone, Abigail looked at Audrey, who had entered the room at some unknown time, and calmly asked, "What do you want?"
Audrey clapped her hands and laughed, "Mom, you're quite the actress."
Audrey had been super careful, greasing the palms of the servants at the Getty Mansion to keep tabs on Abigail every hour. As soon as she got back, the servants spilled the beans that Abigail was faking her injuries. So, she played along.
The real instruction had been given four hours ago. Even if Francis made a move, it was too late. Audrey was just messing with him, making Abigail tell Francis that it was Ryan who took Chloe and forced her hand.
Right then, there was a knock on the door. Audrey glared at Abigail, her sharp nails grazing her carotid artery, and hissed, "Mom, you know what to say, right?"
Abigail opened the door and said calmly, "Glenn, I'm fine. Go check if Audrey has left."
Glenn scanned the room, found nothing off, nodded, and headed to Audrey's room.
After searching the whole Getty Mansion and finding no sign of Audrey, he reported back to Francis. Francis ordered, "Keep my mom safe and watch every move at the Getty Mansion."
By nightfall, Francis had already reached the villa. After he made sure Zoey and Agnes were safe, Zoey anxiously said, "Ms. Murphy didn't come back tonight. She called me in the afternoon saying she might be late. I just tried calling her, but it didn't go through. I was about to find you when you arrived."
Zoey's eyes were red with worry as she added, "Mr. Getty, could something have happened to Ms. Murphy?"
Francis said, "I've had the place checked; it's safe. I've also got people outside. Stay inside with Agnes."
Zoey felt even more anxious. This meant something had indeed happened to Harper.
Zoey said, "Mr. Getty, Mr. Murphy is on his way back to the country. Please help Ms. Murphy."
Francis said calmly, "I will find her."
From the stairs, a child's cry suddenly echoed. Agnes ran out barefoot, crying, "Zoey, Zoey, I just dreamed about Mommy."
Zoey picked up Agnes, her heart aching, and said reassuringly, "Agnes, be good. Mommy will be back soon."
Agnes rubbed her eyes and saw Francis, calling out pitifully, "Daddy."
Francis wiped her tears and said gently, "Don't cry. I'll bring Mommy back."
Agnes nestled her head in Zoey's arms, sobbing, "Daddy, you both come back together."
"We will," Francis said firmly.
Four hours earlier.
Harper left the exhibition and got into a car with Isla. As soon as they sat down, Isla smelled something weird. Isla immediately pushed Harper, shouting, "Ms. Murphy, something's wrong."
But it was too late. The car doors locked, and Harper felt instantly weak.
The car sped away, and in a desolate area, Isla was bound by the disguised driver and thrown out of the car.
After who knew how long, Harper was jolted awake by a bucket of ice water. The next second, a loud slap landed on her face.
Harper was fully awake now and slowly opened her eyes to see a terrifying woman. "Awake?" The woman spoke slowly, her voice hoarse and grating like nails on a chalkboard.
Harper had inhaled the drug and her head was pounding. She stared at the woman, whose face was covered in sores and whose hair was so sparse it was almost gone, and didn't recognize her at first.
Another slap came. The woman hit her hard. The woman shouted, "Bitch, don't you recognize me?"
Harper looked closely and said in disbelief, "Chloe?"
"Finally, we meet again," Chloe said, her eyes filled with malice as she approached.
Harper looked at her almost rotting face, and every hair on her body stood on end. She said in fear, "What do you want?"
"What do I want? I want to..." Chloe's sunken eyes widened and she cackled.
Before the laughter died down, she suddenly raised a knife and stabbed down fiercely, screaming, "Kill you."
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