Chapter 125 Did You Call the Cops?
Helen stared blankly at Adeline's face.
After a long moment, she wiped her tears and nodded, "Right."
"If I were in her shoes, I'd feel the same..."
The woman who gave birth to her, who should have been the most understanding and trusting, ended up distancing herself from her when she needed her the most.
Watching Helen sob for air, even the most rigid heart like Adeline's was filled with pity.
She handed her mother a tissue. "Wipe your tears."
Inside, a heart-to-heart unfolded between mother and daughter; outside, Tim and Tom looked at each other, lost.
"I'm a bit tired," Tom yawned.
Tim gave him a disdainful glance and was about to speak when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow at the stairs.
His brow furrowed suspiciously. "Who's there?"
Moments later, a woman clad in a black trench coat and glasses appeared, her face obscured in the shadowy light.
"Excuse me," she said with a light chuckle as she approached, holding out her powered-down phone, "I'm visiting my relatives, but my phone died. Could I borrow yours to make a call?"
Tim eyed her skeptically.
Tom, on the other hand, generously handed over his phone. "Make it quick; don't hang around here too long."
"Thanks," the woman said as she took Tom's phone and turned to descend the stairs.
Once sure Tim and Tom could only see her silhouette and couldn't hear her, she paused. With swift fingers, she scrolled through the contacts on the phone until she found "Boss Bennett" and called.
At that moment, Bennett was in the living room of his Blue Bay home, crafting with Lauren. The ringtone cut through the quiet space, and his expression shifted to a slight frown as he checked the screen.
Why was Tom calling at this hour? Was there trouble back home with Mom?
His brow furrowed as he answered the call.
"Hello," he said curtly.
A crying voice on the other end spoke up, "It's your grandma, Helen. Your mom told me everything. Her phone's dead, so I had to use the bodyguard's phone to call you.
"Can you come over without letting Jasper know? Grandma wants to see you. Can you do that for me?"
Bennett's fingers tensed around the phone as he hesitated for a moment.
"Alright. Wait for me."
With that, the youngster hung up swiftly.
He glanced over at Lauren, still absorbed in her artwork.
"I have something important to do. Stay home and behave," he instructed before grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
Reaching the entrance of the mansion, he bumped into Jasper returning home.
Seeing Bennett dressed and ready to go, Jasper's brows knitted together. "Where to this late?"
"I need to see my Aunt Violet. She needs me."
With a straight face, Bennett delivered his lie and sidestepped Jasper, striding across the street to hail a cab and leave.
Standing at the mansion entrance, Jasper narrowed his eyes slightly, following Bennett's departure direction.
...
By the time the taxi arrived at the apartment, it was already 9 PM.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Bennett took a deep breath as if making a momentous decision and ascended the stairs.
First floor, second floor, third floor...
As he reached the fifth floor, a shadow lunged at him.
A woman grabbed his head with one hand and pressed a knife to his throat with the other. "Come with me," she demanded.
Bennett furrowed his brow, his voice cold, "Molly?"
The woman behind him hesitated sharply.
After a moment, she let out a mocking laugh, "Just like Adeline's son, always so clever.
"Too bad you're still so foolish."
Molly's voice was filled with sarcasm.
“Hey! Over here!”
Molly, taken aback, lifted her gaze instinctually.
At the top of the stairs, Tim was smirking as he approached her.
"Now look down."
Downstairs, Tom was also approaching her with an icy demeanor.
Molly realized then that the kid had played her!
The woman scoffed, “Your loyalty is like that of a dog!”
She couldn't fathom why these two strapping adults would heed the every whim of a six-year-old child!
"I treat them like friends, not dogs.
"You seem to treat everyone who works for you like dogs. Ever wonder what will happen if they turn and bite you?"
Even with Molly's grip on his head, a knife pressed to his skull, Bennett's voice was eerily calm.
Molly's rage surged. "Kid, do you believe I can kill you?"
"Killing me would be pointless for you."
Bennett spoke indifferently, "You just want to make my mom worry, cry, and grieve for me.
"Then you want to watch her break down before you finish me off. Too bad Tim and Tom have locked my mom up in a room upstairs.
"You won't get to see any of the shows you're looking for."
Molly clenched her teeth, her eyes crimson with fury. "How do you know I want to see Adeline crumble?"
"I can take you out with one swipe!"
As Tim and Tom drew closer, she had no choice but to retreat with Bennett into a room on the fifth floor.
With a loud bang, the woman slammed the door shut.
The light was on in the room. Bennett glanced around, "A room just rented this afternoon, huh? Still pretty dusty.
"This place can't sustain us both; you shouldn't have brought me here.
"We can't escape now, and it's not fit for living."
The young boy had a mocking smile. "Not the smartest decision, I must say."
"Shut up!"
Molly kicked him to the ground. "Too much talking! One more word, and I'll stab you!"
She regretted it!
She shouldn't have called Bennett; she should've grabbed that little tramp Lauren instead!
The kid was too clever, too chatty!
Molly's kick was so fierce that Bennett's small frame crashed to the floor, his delicate features twisted in pain.
He braced himself, stood up, and looked back at her with a scoff.
The sight made Molly's teeth itch.
She bit her lip and lunged forward.
Slap, slap, slap!
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