Chapter 440 Fiona Reports to the Police
I held onto Edward, who was bleeding badly, and we slowly made our way out of the shipping container.
Blood kept pouring from Edward's leg, leaving a trail behind us. The crimson stains on the ground were a stark reminder of the danger we had just faced.
Despite everything, Edward's face showed no sign of fear, just a hint of grim determination.
As we stepped out of the container, I immediately saw Fiona standing next to the police officers.
Fiona's eyes lit up with relief and joy when she saw us. She stared directly at Edward, her gaze filled with the overwhelming happiness of seeing him alive, mixed with deep concern for his well-being.
Yet, deep within her eyes, there was a mysterious emotion that only she could understand.
Seeing me supporting the injured Edward, Fiona's eyes welled up with tears as she quickly ran towards us.
She bypassed me, reaching out to Edward with trembling hands, her voice shaking with emotion, "Edward, are you okay? Does it hurt?"
She tried to push me aside to help Edward.
Edward frowned slightly, subtly shifting his body towards me to avoid Fiona's touch, and said in a calm tone, "I'm fine, I won't die."
I sensed Edward's resistance and instinctively held him tighter.
I looked at Fiona, feeling a mix of emotions, and couldn't help but ask, "Fiona, what are you doing here?"
Fiona bit her lip, a flash of hesitation in her eyes, then she gathered her courage and said, "Jeffrey and Nicholas have completely lost it, but I know right from wrong. When I realized something was off, I was worried about you guys and called the police. I came here with them."
A police officer stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Edward and me, and asked, "Is it just the two of you here? Are there others?"
Edward winced, enduring the pain in his leg, and quickly said, "Anne York was taken by Jeffrey Adams. Officer, do you have any leads on her?"
The officer didn't answer immediately but turned to the subdued henchmen nearby.
The henchmen, previously under Jeffrey's control, now looked terrified and remained silent.
The officer's expression was stern, his tone full of authority, "Speak up, where is Anne York?"
Sebastian flinched, keeping his head down, and stubbornly said, "I don't know, I didn't do anything."
The officer's eyes widened in anger, and he kicked Sebastian's leg, causing him to kneel.
"Stop lying!"
The officer grabbed Sebastian by the collar, lifting him and slapping him hard across the face, shouting, "Don't stall, hurry up!"
Blood trickled from Sebastian's mouth, and the defiance in his eyes faded.
I clenched my fists tightly, hoping he would reveal Anne's whereabouts.
The other henchmen were trembling with fear, some even starting to cry softly, afraid they would be next.
Sebastian finally broke down, stammering, "She's still in this old yard, with Jeffrey. But we don't know exactly where she's being held."
Upon hearing this, Edward tried to rush forward despite his leg injury, "We need to find her quickly. Anne is badly hurt, and Jeffrey is capable of anything!"
Everyone moved to stop him.
I held onto Edward, urging, "Don't rush, your leg needs immediate attention."
At that moment, the sound of an ambulance siren grew closer. The officer also advised, "Mr. Howard, our team will take you to the hospital to treat your wound. We'll search for Anne with all our resources."
But Edward was resolute, gritting his teeth, "No, I need to wait until Anne is rescued. She needs medical attention first. I can't just leave."
The lead officer quickly called for another ambulance to assist Anne.
As the situation reached a stalemate, a police officer ran over to report that noises were coming from another container, possibly indicating someone inside.
Edward was convinced it was Anne and insisted on going to check.
With so many officers on site, there was no way they would let Edward, injured in both arms and leg, approach the container. If there were dangerous individuals inside, it could lead to further harm or even shooting the victim. After much persuasion, Edward reluctantly agreed to wait in the ambulance, but refused to go to the hospital, insisting on staying at the scene. I had no choice but to agree to let him stay.
With the help of the paramedics, Edward slowly made his way to the ambulance. Fiona tried to follow, but Edward glanced at her and said coldly, "The ambulance has limited space, Diana needs to be checked too. You can't come."
Fiona looked at me, wearing a once dazzling crystal gown now stained with mud and blood, my hair and makeup ruined by the rain, likely looking quite disheveled. Despite this, a fleeting hint of jealousy crossed Fiona's face.
I got into the ambulance with Edward, where the paramedics began treating the most severe injury—his gunshot wound.
The surrounding area was eerily silent, the stillness making my skin crawl. The dilapidated warehouse loomed in the dim light, exuding a sense of decay and oppression.
The police spread out cautiously, leading search dogs to meticulously comb the area. The dogs were highly alert, sniffing continuously, not missing any suspicious corner, trying to catch even the slightest clue. Fiona followed closely behind the police, her eyes scanning the surroundings, afraid to miss any movement.
Suddenly, a faint, indistinct crying sound came from a rundown warehouse. Edward's anxious eyes sharpened like an eagle's, and he exclaimed, "That's Anne's voice!"
He was overcome with emotion, demanding to get out of the ambulance and rush towards the warehouse.
Seeing this, I was frantic, urging him, "Your leg isn't healed, you can't move well. I'll go check, you wait in the ambulance, don't be impulsive!"
After much persuasion, Edward reluctantly stopped.
"Diana, be careful."
Edward's worried words made me pause. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and ran towards the warehouse.
As I sprinted towards the warehouse, my mind raced with thoughts about Anne's condition. The faint crying was like sharp knives piercing my heart. I couldn't help but wonder what terrible things Jeffrey, that ruthless man, might have done to the weakened Anne in this dark, desolate warehouse.
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