His missing rib

Chapter thirty
Henry
I'm fuming! I am serious! I crush the paper in my hand and look at Beatrice.
She has been sobbing about her daughter's whereabouts.
I've been so fucked! Bride disappears the second day after marriage! What the fuck was that supposed to mean!
Who the heck was Hatti trying to meet that day. Maybe she would have told me that day if I had asked. Then she wouldn't have been kidnapped.
I don't believe all this happening to me.
Even my father thinks it's my fault. And I'm supposed to find out before he loses his temper and then what?
I'm supposed to find a missing person? Am I the police?
"Didn't she call you or something?" One of the police asks. It's the second day and Hattie is still nowhere to be found.
Beatrice nods briefly, "Please, help me find my daughter," she starts crying. Mercy has to take her upstairs.
I stare up at the polices, "Please, find my wife. Please do."
The men bow slightly, " We will do our best Mr. Carson."
I sigh and lead them out of the house.
But why will someone kidnap Hattie? And why will she do this to me on our honeymoon?
She made me look like a fool. Apart from that, there's this deep feeling I'm having. What if she was really kidnapped!
Damn! But I told her not to go out! Why didn't she listen to me! If she had, all this wouldn't have happened.
But what if she was really kidnapped? Why can she be right now?
Gosh, my heart feels right at the thought of what she might be passing through right now.
I've been feeling miserable and I've been remembering our memories.
I know it's nothing. I'm just feeling that way because she's missing. And she's even the only child as I am the only child.
Come to think of it, we have lots of things in common except for the fact that she knew I didn't love her yet, she had to force me into the marriage.
Gosh, I hate her so very much!
Now, she's making me feel miserable for something she did! She left the damn house!
I walk back into my house, heat rising in me. I stare at the maids waiting for me in the living room.
And I wonder who alerted my father about Hattie's disappearance. And I'm living in this house with a spy.
My phone rings suddenly as I make my way up the stairs, into my room.
"Hi, Weston."
"Hi, how are you doing? Any information about Hattie?"
I let out an exasperated sigh, " Nothing to write home about. No one has caught a glimpse of her. Fuck, I'm so fed up. I wonder if she was really kidnapped like Beatrice suspected."
Weston sighed, " you know what, just calm down. I'm sure they are going to find her soon. I'm going out to the state, so I won't be around for a while."
I lay on the bed, " Sure. When are you leaving?"
" Tomorrow morning."
" Will you come to the club tonight?"
He thinks for a while, " I don't think so. I will be busy with some kinds of stuff. Are you going?"
I stare into the space, " Yes, sure. I need to clear my head. What of Declan?"
Weston sighs again, "I want to tell you something, don't let him know I told you."
I sit up, " Sure," I raise a brow and wait.
" His crush can't be found. I don't even know why he's so depressed. He made her lose her job and now he's regretting."
I laugh. And well, the first time I will do that today, " Are you kidding me? You know Declan would want the lady to come over and beg him."
Weston chuckles, " So, he has been moody all this while. The manager didn't even know her house. If she does, I'm sure he would have gone there."
I smile, " What's the name of the girl. Perhaps, I can help him."
" Please do, so he can at least come back to being the Declan he was. And the name is Jayde Clinton."
" Alright, take care, "I say and hung up.
I throw the phone on the bed as I taste the name in my mouth again as if I was tasting sugar.
Jayde is a nice name, seriously.
Gosh, I need to get prepared.
I wear nice designer wear. I don't want to call Declan. He might as well be somewhere thinking about his lost crush.
I've never thought Declan would fall in love. It looks so surreal to me. Declan was always the toughest of us. After him, was me.
It's nine already. I walk downstairs and into my car.
Driving out of the estate, my thoughts stray towards Hattie again. Especially because I've once saw him hug the bartender.
I don't know why I'm always thinking about her, anywhere I know too.
Even if she's going to do this. She should at least let us be done with our honeymoon.
I put a call across to Rose. Rose is very good at tracking people down. She's a private detective.
"Hi dear."
"Yes Henry, how are you?"
"Not really good. My wife is still missing."
Rose chuckles, " As if you loved her to begin with."
Fuck! Rose is always so blunt, " Hey, keep it. I didn't ask you. At least, I have to pretend to be hurt."
She laughs again, " Ok, so why did you call?"
" I have something I want you to help me with. There's a girl named Jayde Clinton. I want every detail about her, including where she is working currently.
I will find her, I promise to. For my friend. And well, Hattie because of my father.