Chapter 347: Angela Gives False Testimony
Aurora became even more agitated when she heard the test results were out. She scrambled out of bed, saying, "I want to go, John. I'll go downstairs with you."
"Aurora," John cooed, looking at her with deep concern. The child was theirs, and he couldn't stop Aurora from knowing the truth.
But he feared Aurora wouldn't be able to handle the truth.
John closed his eyes, took a painful breath, kissed Aurora on the forehead, and agreed, "Alright, we'll go together."
Aurora's hands and feet were cold, and she was so unstable with fear that she couldn't walk. John carried her downstairs and placed her on the couch.
John's voice was hoarse, "Mr. Lawson, what are the results? Is it my son?"
The severed limb from before was unbearable for Aurora, and John wasn't any better off. But as the head of the family, he had to hold it together.
He didn't have time to shed a tear or feel sorrow; he needed to find Jax, even if it was just his body.
Aurora also looked anxiously at Sidney Lawson, her fingers digging into her flesh, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
Sidney looked at Aurora, then at John, and uttered, "The test results show that the severed limb is not your son's; it belongs to another child."
Upon hearing this, both Aurora and John breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"It's not Jax." Aurora cried with relief. This was the greatest comfort for her.
Sidney uttered seriously, "Mr. Lewis, the severed limb isn't your child's, but this extreme method suggests that if your child is indeed with the kidnappers, he's in serious danger. We need to find him quickly, and we'll need your full cooperation, Mr. Lewis. Let's go over your and Mrs. Lewis's social connections again."
In simple terms, it could be a vendetta or someone offended in business.
The police had already classified this as a major case and had deployed significant resources.
Aurora mentally reviewed everyone she knew, reporting anyone suspicious to the police.
Sandra remained the prime suspect.
Because Sandra had a criminal record, and Aurora was convinced it was Sandra.
John had many enemies, and sorting through them could take forever.
By the time they finished all the statements, it was already dawn.
John looked at Helen, whose eyes were swollen from crying, at the dazed Aurora, at Lloyd, who couldn't eat, and at Trey, who wouldn't stop crying. At that moment, he realized that once he had been full of ambition, but now that these people had become his weaknesses. His most important role wasn't becoming a business legend but ensuring his family's safety.
He was the pillar of this family; he couldn't fall, nor could he show any sign of fatigue.
John would never rely solely on the police to find Jax. There were people and things the police couldn't touch, but he could.
John took Aurora back to their room. "Honey, trust me, I will bring Jax back."
Aurora replied nothing, her eyes vacant.
John took a deep breath, grabbed his coat, and walked out, his expression colder than ever.
"Sam and Tyler, Lachlan and Gideon, gather all the Nightfall members immediately. Bring in anyone who has had a grudge with Nightfall or the Lewis family. Find them, and I'll interrogate them one by one." John's order sent shockwaves through both the underworld and the business world.
When John made a move, the entire Silvercrest City felt the tremors. This was no exaggeration.
The kidnappers had provoked him with a severed limb, and John had nothing to fear. He was ready to burn his bridges, leaving no path for retreat.
John had the media publicize Jax's kidnapping, offering a $10 million reward for any leads. If anyone dared to harm Jax, he would tear them to pieces.
Anyone else would be terrified to confront the kidnappers so openly, fearing that any misstep could provoke them into harming the child.
John had considered this, but at this point, any hesitation would only give the kidnappers more control, making Jax even more dangerous.
In the Meadowbrook Villa, John interrogated several groups of people, each tormented by the four Tibetan Mastiffs.
Almost everyone came in upright and left carried out.
From morning till night, John had interrogated over fifty people, all of whom had had various grudges with him.
The Mastiffs roared, and another person fainted from fear.
"Take him out," John ordered with a wave, his expression as cold as ice, sending a chill down everyone's spine.
Sam walked in, "Mr. Lewis, Oren is here."
John crossed his hands, his gaze icy, "Bring him in."
Soon, Oren hobbled in on crutches. After being burned by Sandra, he had been recovering and had heard about John's son's kidnapping on TV. But he had nothing to do with it, so he was surprised when John's men captured him.
When John's men found Oren, he was in his underwear applying ointment to his wounds. They didn't even let him put on pants before bringing him in.
Oren had been in a embarrassing state the last time he faced John, and now he was even more so.
Oren clamped his legs together, humiliated and angry, "John, I'm the leader of The Shadow of Darkness organization. You've humiliated me repeatedly. Isn't this too much? You can't treat me like this."
John sat in the main seat, looking down at him. The four Tibetan Mastiffs lay at his feet, their fur bristling, ready to tear Oren apart at any moment.
"Did you take Jax?" John asked coldly.
John had no time for nonsense. Anyone brought in was dealt with directly.
"Why would I take your son?" Oren was wary of the Mastiffs and replied, "John, you've made too many enemies. That's why your son was taken. It has nothing to do with me."
John stood up, walking towards Oren with a fierce expression. The four Mastiffs, each weighing several hundred pounds, stood up and followed him, a sight that would make anyone with a weak heart wet their pants.
The floor of the hall was stained with blood, turning the once pristine white tiles nearly red, a testament to the fate of those brought in before.
John had gone mad, willing to do anything to find his son. This madness instilled fear in everyone.
Few had John's courage to risk offending so many people and use such extreme methods to find his child.
"Where is Sandra?"
"I don't know." Oren glanced at Sam, "Your men searched my place. They know whether Sandra was with me or not."
Sam replied, "Mr. Lewis, we didn't see Sandra."
Oren laughed bitterly, "John, I have nothing to hide. Sandra ran away some time ago. I can't find her either. If you have the ability, find her yourself."
If someone wanted to hide, the world was big enough to make it difficult to find them.
"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on my son, I'll rip them to shreds, no matter where they are." John's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty rage. "Since you're here, let's get this over with."
The so-called process involved enduring John's brutal attacks and the Mastiffs' assaults. If they still claimed not to have the child, they were considered cleared.
Oren's legs trembled, "John, are you trying to kill me? I'm telling you, The Shadow of Darkness organization isn't..."
Before he could finish, John kicked him, sending him flying.
At this point, whether Oren had taken the child was irrelevant. John was just venting his anger.
Oren didn't last twenty minutes before being carried out.
Tyler walked in, "Mr. Lewis, Summer's teacher Angela is here. She says she remembered some clues."
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