Chapter 48

Aurora's POV
He reached for my hand, holding it tightly. “We’ll find Roline. You don’t have to feel burdened by yourself. I’m here now, and we’ll get through this together. Let me know how I can help you,” he said, giving me the encouragement I had been missing.
I took a deep breath, then explained the steps I had taken to find Roline and how I had reported her missing to the authorities. “Molly is still missing, and I’m just worried about where Roline is and how she’s doing.”
“I’ll help monitor the situation. We need to come up with a plan now, and I could use all my help after I get out of the hospital,” Dante said confidently.
His smile made me feel stronger. “Thank you, honey. Having you around makes me feel better,” I said, feeling a sense of relief in my heart as I watched him try to stay positive despite the odds.
“I want you to take care of your health. Eat well, get enough sleep, and most importantly, don’t let the stress eat away at you any further. I need you to stay strong and healthy,” he advised, his voice full of love.
I nodded, trying to process it. “Okay, I’ll do better for myself and for us. But promise me, we will find Roline,” I said, optimistic as I remembered how precious our relationship was.
With renewed determination, I knew that we would fight through it all together. And though the road ahead might be difficult and rocky, together with Dante, I was confident that we would find a way to overcome every challenge that came our way, becoming a stronger family after it all.
The days ahead felt increasingly challenging. I tried to divide my time between taking care of Dante, looking after my twin boys, and looking for Roline. My thoughts and emotions felt like they were balancing on the edge of a cliff. Not only was I anxious about my family's condition, but also about Molly's behavior. How could she take my daughter away?
Every time I thought about it, a feeling of annoyance gripped me. When Molly came and suddenly disappeared with Roline, my heart had indeed whispered that something was wrong. Now, I felt that her presence was indeed a problem.
One morning, when I was discussing with the babysitter, she said, "Actually, yesterday, Miss Molly forbade us from saying that she was here, Mom."
Hearing that, I felt angry. "Why did you keep quiet? You know who your employer is! It was my daughter who was taken away! Why didn't you report it to me right away?" I asked, my voice breaking, very frustrated with this situation.
My babysitter looked worried. "I'm sorry, Mom. We didn't know what to do. Molly seemed very convincing and could influence us," she explained in a tone full of regret.
“I don’t care! She can convince you with a lot of things, but without my knowledge, she has already taken my child away.” My voice was drowned in despair. “You should have reported to me if she did anything unusual.”
She nodded, realizing that her actions last night were probably wrong. “I know. I’m sorry. I feel uncomfortable with her here too, but I didn’t want to cause any trouble,” she said, glancing at me regretfully.
Really, at that moment, frustration was eating away at my heart. Everyone was involved in this situation—Dante who was still recovering, my twins who needed attention, and Roline who had disappeared without a trace. “We can’t let Roline stay out there anymore. We need to call the police and find out more about where Molly could be. Why haven’t they told us anything yet?” I said, trying to stay calm despite my anxiety.
I instructed the babysitter to keep an eye on the babies and tried to stay focused on everything that needed to be done. There was no time to feel too deeply; it was time to act.
Moving quickly, I started contacting the police again and asked them to keep me updated on the search for Roline. We would work together to track down Molly, and when the time came, I would make sure that the insolent sister would not get away with it.
With the belief that I could handle this and the determination that was growing stronger, I had to act for my family. Roline was my top priority, and I would do everything in my power to bring her back home to us.
The situation was getting more complicated, and I felt surrounded by all the responsibilities I had to face. Although Dante had been allowed to go home, he was still wheelchair-bound and could not walk as well as he used to. In the meantime, he had to undergo several therapy sessions that required him to go back and forth to the hospital. And at the same time, I also had to go to the police station to monitor the progress of the search for Roline.
As I sat next to Dante, I felt pressured and anxious. “Why haven’t your men found out where Roline is? Isn’t your network extensive?” I asked, my voice a mixture of worry and frustration.
Dante sighed, looking tired but still trying to explain. “They’re trying hard, but it’s not that easy. Molly is very good at hiding her tracks, and there’s no concrete information they’ve got,” he replied, his face showing sadness.
“But honey, we’ve been trying for so long without any good news. I just want to make sure she’s safe. Every second feels so hard. I feel like I can’t relax next to you,” I said, heartbroken and anxious.
Dante took my hand gently, offering support despite his still fragile body. “I understand that this is all very difficult. And I don’t want to add to your burden. But right now, the most important thing is to focus on our health and finding the best solution to bring Roline back.”