Chapter 179 His Concern
Nicole should've feared Brady Hall. However, compared to the strange woman, he was safety. Peculiarly, Nicole had previously heeded her mother's cautions at home, keeping a wary distance from him. Yet this time, being held in his arms, she felt an unexpected sense of security, akin to being nestled safely in her mother's embrace. And there was something comforting about the faint scent of peppermint that lingered on him.
Suddenly, Nicole stopped crying. She clung tightly to Brady Hall as if he were her safe harbor, refusing to let go. The woman had terrified her, holding Nicole in a crazed dash. Nicole feared never seeing her mother again.
Nicole's eager embrace took Brady by surprise, yet the soft, mushy feeling of the child holding him brought an unprecedented warmth to his heart. Gently, he soothed Nicole's back with even more tenderness. This act of kindness surprised Linda. She always remembered Mr. Hall as a distant and frosty figure. Even his interactions with others were tinged with a chilliness. But now, he was gentle.
Linda wouldn't speculate about Mr. Hall's relationship with the young girl. However, having recently learned of Mr. Hall's purchase of luxury children's furniture, she couldn't help but wonder—could Nicole be his illegitimate daughter? She dared not think further and waited silently.
"Look, that girl must know him; she stopped crying the moment he held her," remarked a bystander while Brady was comforting Nicole. The onlookers began to speculate.
"Yeah, maybe the woman's the kidnapper?"
"It's possible. There are people who dare to snatch kids out in the open these days; it's just horrible; they must be child traffickers. We can't let her get away."
"Right, let's catch her."
The bystanders exchanged thoughts, a collective voice of suspicion and accusation. The middle-aged woman, upon hearing this, immediately tried to flee, but the crowd had already surrounded her.
Nothing was more despised than child traffickers. Because of them, countless families have lost their children, and countless homes have been destroyed. They were truly despicable.
The crowd instinctively captured the middle-aged woman. Seeing that her secret was exposed, she fell to her knees in fear and pleaded, "Let me go; I didn't mean any harm."
"Please, I just wanted a kid. My granddaughter died in a car accident."
"She is a kidnapper! Hold her till the cops," shouted a bystander. The sight of the woman groveling for empathy only intensified their disdain.
How could someone justify stealing another's child just because they lost their own?
Since the passersby had her contained, Brady Hall had planned to take Nicole to Violet Devereux.
After a ten-minute chase that nearly crippled her, Violet caught up.
She saw the man engulfed by the crowd, holding Nicole, and the middle-aged woman on her knees, begging for mercy.
Tears welled up in Violet Devereux's eyes as she began to cry once more.
Walking over while crying, she took Nicole from Brady's arms, hugged her tightly, and sobbed, "I'm so sorry, Nicole. Mommy will never be so careless again."
"I'm sorry, Nicole."
Violet was heartbroken. Brady Hall, frowning, didn't wish to reprimand her in public. Instead, he gently pulled her to his car, handing her a tissue, saying softly, "Dry your eyes."
Perhaps because he had rescued her, Violet didn't refuse this time. She dabbed away her tears and murmured, "Mr. Hall, thank you."
Brady remained silent for a moment, then added, "Be more careful in the future."
Nicole and possibly Henry could be his children; he didn't want any harm to come to them.
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