Chapter 93 I've Come for You
Back home from the hospital, Adeline had just settled on the couch when Blake's message came through.
"Mom, I can confirm that the places from which Molly sent distress messages to Grandma are at a hospital."
"I've sent you the address."
Adeline glanced at the address on her phone.
A psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of Denver.
Had Molly not actually gone to Australia?
While staring at the address on her phone, Adeline sank into thought.
If she was still in Denver, why had Jasper announced that she went to Australia?
And why fabricate such convincing news coverage?
Was it just to provide a respectable excuse for Molly's disappearance?
Then why would Jasper lock Molly up in a psychiatric ward?
If he, like her, wanted Molly to pay for her actions, why not have her arrested by the police or simply punish her himself rather than confining her?
But if he didn't want to punish Molly for this, why lock her up secretly?
What was this man really up to?
"At least this proves he wasn't planning on letting my aunt escape the law, right?"
On the other end of the phone, Blake's brow furled as he tapped lightly on his keyboard while messaging Adeline, "I've hacked into the hospital's backend. Records show that Molly was admitted the night of the Foster family matriarch's birthday gala."
"Looks like she was taken right after the party that evening."
Hearing this update only made Adeline's brow furrow deeper.
After the birthday party, he promptly committed Molly to the institution, indicating he must have made up his mind during the event.
But...
The woman closed her eyes, conjuring up the image of Jasper's resolute face from that night of the party.
He'd been fiercely protective of Molly throughout the entire evening.
This man...
He was becoming more enigmatic by the day.
"Regardless, since Molly hasn't left Denver, we still have a chance to make her pay for what she's done."
Blake exhaled deeply. "Mom, what's our next move?"
Adeline hesitated for a moment. "Is it possible to visit Molly now?"
"Probably not."
Blake's fingers swiftly danced across the keyboard as he pulled up surveillance footage from the psychiatric hospital. "The doors leading to her ward, and even the windows, are all guarded."
"The guards aren't even hospital staff—it looks like Jasper has his own people watching over her."
"With security like that, Mom, the odds of you visiting her are slim."
"But... it's not entirely impossible."
"What do you mean?"
"If Jasper accompanies you, Mom, you should be able to see her."
Blake shifted the camera angle with his mouse as he spoke, frowning. "I know why you want to visit her."
"You want Molly to admit to her deeds, don't you?"
Adeline's grip on her phone tightened briefly.
After a moment, she let out a wry chuckle. "Yes."
Helen believed so strongly in Molly, to the point that she was convinced someone was framing her.
To make Helen see Molly for who she truly was and accept the things she’d done, they needed a confession straight from the horse's mouth.
Adeline had thought Molly was Down Under, and seeing her would be a tall order.
But now that Molly was still in Denver...
"Well then, Mom."
Blake sighed, a hint of resignation in his voice. "If you want to see Molly, you're still going to have to approach Jasper."
Blake knew all too well how deeply Adeline despised Jasper.
He had seen her waking from nightmares and crying in the dark and had silently wrapped his arms around her, offering solace.
His mother had endured so much—birthing three children after endless tribulations, changing her name and appearance to start over.
Now, for his sake and Lauren's, she was repeatedly forced to deal with the man who caused her a lifetime of anguish.
"Mommy."
Blake, on the other end of the line, took a deep breath, "I love you."
He wouldn't talk again about letting her give up on the life she had left.
Adeline didn't see it coming - the usually reserved Blake, declaring his love out of the blue.
She chuckled lightly, "I know."
"You three are the greatest blessings of my life."
"I'll make sure to take good care of all three of you."
With that, she hung up the phone and lay back down on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Jasper...
What was he really up to?
...
Adeline lay there until evening.
Realizing it was time, she rushed downstairs to pick up Bennett from preschool.
Unfortunately, at the preschool door, she ran into Jasper.
At just after five in the evening, the sun still hung at an angle in the sky.
He stood tall and distinguished among the other parents at the preschool entrance, a crane among chickens, with an aura that seemed to come from another world.
The cold pride emanating from him made him unapproachable.
The parents kept their distance, some marveling, others taking pictures.
"Is that really Mr. Foster? What brings him to our humble preschool?"
"I heard the daughter Mr. Foster had with his ex-wife has come back, claiming her ancestry. It must be that Lauren is attending this preschool now."
"The children of the wealthy not attending a posh preschool but coming to our modest place?"
"What an honor. Our kids can later boast about the fact that they went to the same preschool as Jasper's daughter..."
The murmurings of the crowd rose and fell.
Adeline frowned and found a corner to stand in.
She had personally taken Lauren to Blue Bay that morning.
Why was Lauren attending the same preschool as Bennett in the evening?
Without a doubt, this was Bennett's doing.
She sighed, planning to have a serious talk with Bennett later that evening when she felt the air pressure around her drop noticeably.
Instinctively, she looked up.
Her eyes met Jasper's deep and unfathomable gaze.
He looked at her, a chill curling at the corner of his lips.
“Miss Wilson, we meet again.”
The tall man walked toward her with measured steps, stopping in front of her.
He was very tall, standing before Adeline like a towering tree.
Adeline took a deep breath, looked up, and gave him a faint smile, "What a coincidence."
"Mr. Foster, here to pick up your child from school too?"
"Not exactly."
Jasper's gaze was indifferent, "I'm here to see you."
"To see me?"
Adeline furrowed her brows, finding it amusing, "This morning, Mr. Foster, you told me to get lost, and now you're here looking for me at the kindergarten gate?"
"Is that a problem?"
The man squinted slightly, "If it weren't for you, why would my daughter insist on attending the same preschool as your son?"
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