Chapter 204 Go Find Her
Jacob was trailing behind Charles, and it took him a second to catch on that Charles was asking about Diana.
Hold up, didn't Charles know Diana had gone out?
"Mr. Percy, Ms. Spencer went out for a walk."
"Out?" Charles stopped, his headache getting worse. "Why didn't I know? When did she leave?"
Jacob immediately sensed something was off. What was going on?
He clearly saw Diana making a phone call. Could it be that they didn't communicate clearly over the phone?
Seeing Charles's expression darken, Jacob quickly pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Diana to explain, "Ms. Spencer left yesterday, and she called you. She said you had given your consent..."
In the chat, Diana had sent Jacob her location and a message.
Diana: [Jacob, we're staying here for two days. The bodyguards are with us, so don't worry.]
There was nothing else mentioned.
Charles narrowed his eyes. He hadn't received any calls from anyone in the past few days.
This Diana was lying again! She even deceived Jacob.
He checked the location; it was at Sunset Hamlet.
Charles, being a native of Evergreen City, had rarely been to Sunset Hamlet.
It was too remote and crowded.
What was she doing in a place like that?
"Mr. Percy, maybe you should call Ms. Spencer first?" Jacob suggested, regretting not making another call to confirm.
"No need." Charles's face darkened as he handed the phone back to Jacob and said coldly, "I'll go see for myself what she's up to."
Suppressing his headache and stomachache, he took a few steps towards the door, then stopped and warned, "Don't tip her off, Jacob. Don't forget your place."
Jacob nodded stiffly but couldn't help but advise, "Mr. Percy, please talk things out. Ms. Spencer is still pregnant."
Hearing this, Charles didn't calm down; instead, it fueled his anger.
It was because Diana was pregnant that he had been too indulgent, allowing her to act so recklessly and go to such a place.
After several hours of bumpy travel, Charles arrived at Sunset Hamlet. By then, the sky was dim, matching his bad mood.
The car couldn't enter the narrow alley, so he had to walk the rest of the way.
Suppressing his anger, Charles stood in front of a rusty iron gate, puzzled as to what attracted Diana to such a place.
He reached out and pressed the doorbell.
As the doorbell rang, a small window in the iron gate opened.
A middle-aged woman poked her head out, looking puzzled, "Who is it?"
The supermarket had already delivered in the morning; why was there someone in the afternoon?
But when she saw Charles's face, she realized he couldn't possibly be a delivery worker.
Charles, dressed in a black coat, tall and broad-shouldered, had a leaf stuck to him, probably from the walk.
His deep-set eyes and tightly pressed lips showed he was not in a good mood.
This was Kennedy's first time seeing such a handsome man, almost like a movie star. "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Charles frowned slightly and said coldly, "I'm looking for Diana. She needs to come home."
His tone was drawn out, dripping with sarcasm. But Kennedy was too busy admiring his looks to notice.
He was here for Diana? Her eyes lit up as she recalled Diana's bright and gentle appearance, then looked at the handsome Charles.
Could this be Diana's boyfriend? Beautiful women should be with handsome men; they looked perfect together.
Thinking this, Kennedy quickly opened the door and pulled him in.
"You're Diana's boyfriend, right? You're so handsome, and you two look great together. Come on, Diana is in the backyard."
It was the first time Charles had been pulled by a stranger like this, and he immediately shook her off, ready to snap.
But hearing her words, it seemed she was familiar with Diana.
What was Diana up to?
Kennedy didn't mind him shaking her off. It was normal for young people to be shy. She pointed to a small path on the right.
"Go find Diana first. I'll make you some coffee; this weather is freezing."
With that, she went inside, leaving Charles standing there.
Cold wind seeped through the gaps in his coat as he exhaled a white breath and walked in the direction she pointed.
The backyard had stone tiles laid out, with a large oak tree in the corner. Its leaves were scattered on the ground, almost bare.
A group of chubby children were playing "Red Light, Green Light."
By the oak tree, a little boy was shouting, "Green Light!"
As he shouted, the children tiptoed forward, the leaves crunching under their feet.
When he shouted "Red Light," everyone froze, as if time had stopped.
Diana stood at the back of the group, balancing on one foot, looking a bit unsteady.
Seeing no one move, the boy continued, "Green Light."
Diana smiled. She had spent the morning teaching the children numbers and letters, and now they were playing in the backyard.
The children's innocence was infectious, and Diana had played several rounds with them. Her face was flushed, and a few strands of hair fell by her cheeks. She looked relaxed and happy.
Charles stood in the corner, his expression slowly softening.
He had never seen Diana like this. With him, she was always humble, cautious, and eager to please.
She had never been this relaxed and happy.
For a moment, Charles forgot why he was there. Taking advantage of the boy's "Green Light," he stood behind Diana and gently pinched her fingertip.
It was warm and soft.
The touch felt like an electric current, coursing through his veins and sending a pleasant shiver all the way to his heart.
Diana, focused on the game, felt someone pinch her fingertip and thought it was a child playing a prank.
She quickly grasped the hand, trying to warm the cold little hand.
Wait, little hand? This hand was bigger than hers!
Not only that, but while she was feeling around, he enveloped her entire hand in his palm.
It was so cold!
Diana turned around, and seeing it was Charles, her body visibly tensed. Her expression changed from relaxed to wary.
"Charles? What are you doing here?"
By the oak tree, Ridge turned and saw Diana locked in a stare with Charles.
As he looked at the scene, it overlapped with dark memories, and a wave of fear surged from deep within him.
He remembered his mother, at first arguing with his father like this.
Then his father started hitting her, dragging her by the hair, smashing glass and dishes into her body, blood everywhere.
He could only hide in the cupboard, trembling at the sounds outside.
Now, Diana was being bullied, just like his mother.
He didn't want to be a coward anymore!
Summoning unknown courage, Ridge shouted and charged like a little cannonball, "Don't you dare bully Diana!"
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