Chapter 282 Charles Seeks Justice for Fannie
Martin drove through the night to get Charles to the hospital.
Randy hadn't seen them in a while and the moment he did,, so he couldn't hold back his tears. Ignoring the cold floor, he jumped off the bed and ran to them, hugging Charles as soft sobs escaped him.
"Bro, I've missed you so much. ," Randy said. "Why haven't you visited me? And where's Fannie? I've missed her too. Why didn't she come with you?"
Not wanting to upset Randy with the truth about Fannie, Charles lied softlysaid, "It's late, and Iwe didn't want her out. Daddy said you've been bored in the hospital, so I've packed up to keep you company for a few days. Is that okay?"
Hearing this, Randy's eyes sparkled with hope.
. "Really? You're going to stay with me?"
Charles nodded emphatically,. "I've brought my bags and everything. No jokes here."
Randy bounced up with joy,. "Awesome, bro!. I made a friend at the hospital.here. Her name's Milly. I'll introduce you to her tomorrow. It's been rough with you guys away, but she's been keepingshe keeps me company. I would've been bored to death without her."
With Fannie gone, Charles devoted himself to keeping his only brother, Randy, happybrother happy. Martin had arranged for four bodyguards to stand outside the door to ensure their safety.
To ensure their safety, Martin had arranged for four bodyguards to stand watch outside the door.
After getting them settled, Martin finally left in his car.
ReturningWhen he returned to the hotel, Alan had just finished a phone call and eagerly updated him,
"We've tracked down Vico; he's fled to the StatesCountry M. They're working on extraditing him back here. He should be here by the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Hearing some good news for once, the tight lines on Martin's face relaxed a bit. "What about Frank's grandma? Any word?"
Alan shook"What about Frank's grandma? Any word?" Martin inquired.
Shaking his head, Alan replied,. "No luck. Hunter's careful with his moves. Finding her is going to take more time."
Exhausted, Martin reclined on the sofa, lightly pinching his nose's bridge. "Hurry it up. Hunter's cunning. If we don't move fast, he'll catch on, and then we'll have real troublepinching the bridge of his nose lightly.."
"Hurry it up! Hunter's cunning. If we don't move fast, he'll catch on, and then we'll have real trouble!"
"Understood."
With his orders received, Alan departed.
Martin sat there with, his eyes closed, pinching his nosetrying to ease thehis tension.
Suddenly, a pair ofTwo small, soft hands reached from behind, gently pressing against his temples in a rhythmic motion.
The pressure was light, but perfectly soothing.
Rarely pampered by his daughter, Martin just let go, allowing himself to truly relax and revel in the moment of tenderness.
After a while, Fannie couldn't help but seek a complimentsaid, "Daddy, feelingis this making you feel better?"
Pleased, Martin responded, "Much better. ," he said, pleased. "I never knew my little girl was so caring and talented and caring."
Pleased with the praise, Fannie giggled,. "If Daddy likes it, I can keep going for a bit longer."
But Martin, not wanting her to tire herself out, held her hands and turned to look at her tenderly,. "Why are you up so late? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
Fannie looked down, murmuring softly, "I get scared when Daddy's not home."
Ever since that lastthe terrifying encounter with the hurricane, she'd been lefttyphoon, she suffered with a psychological scar.
PTSD. If no one was there to accompany her to sleep, nightmares would creep in, waking her in fear.
Martin was swamped with work and had almost let itthis slip his mind when he. He suddenly sprang up to sweep his daughter into his arms and head back to her room. "Sorry, kiddo, Daddy was so caught up today!. Almost forgot that my little Fannie loves falling asleep with daddy by her side. Let's go, I'll tuck you in."
Fannie wrapped her arms joyfully around Martin's neck and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. "Daddy's my favorite."
"Daddy's my favorite..."
Martin's heart melted at her adorableness, and he quietlyinwardly thanked the heavens God for blessing him with a daughter..., a treasure he cherished with all his heart.
...
In the hospital room, the two brothers, who had not having seen each other for ages, talked as if they had endless stories to share, and it. It wasn't until late into the night that Randy finally succumbed to his drowsiness and drifted off to sleep.
Charles lay awake, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts jumbled with images of Fannie, Mom, DadMommy, Daddy, Hunter, godfather,Frank, and Jade....
If he wanted to expose Hunter, Frank was essential.
But with Frank's grandma in Hunter's grasp, how could he possibly come forward to testify against him? Unless… he found Frank's grandma for him.
Unless...
Unless he found Frank's grandma for him.
With that thought in mind, Charles silently got up from his hospital bed, dressed, and, accompanied by two bodyguards, made his way to Frank's place.
Frank, was taken aback to see Charles on his doorstep, started in surprise and then. Then his eyes reddened with emotion. "I thought you never wanted to see me again."
Charles brushed past him and entered the house. "I don't. But Hunter killed my sister, and I can't rest until he's brought to justice."
"So, you"I don't. But Hunter killed my sister, and I can't rest until he's brought to justice."
Frank guessed, "You want me to testify against him?"
Charles looked at him, his face void of emotion. "I know your grandma is with him. I'll find her for you, and in return, you'll testify and help me expose him."
Only with his grandma safe would Frank would be free of any lingering concerns only with his grandma safe.
"How will you find her?" Frank let outsaid with a self-deprecating laugh. "How will you find her? "I hired the best private investigators in the world, andyet they found nothing. And you—justWhat can a five-year-old—how can you help do?"
Charles calmly inquired, "Have you received any videos regardingwith your grandma? ?" Charles said, ignoring his remark. "Or, give me the number Hunter uses to contact you."
Frank was puzzled. "What do you need that for?"
Charles had no patience for the runaround. "If you want to find your grandma, ," Charles said impatiently, "spill all the info you've got on her now. And I'dAlso, I need to borrow your computer, by the way."
After saying that, heHe made a beeline for the study, powered up the computer, and quickly cracked the password.
Frank's eyes bulged wide with astonishment, as if he'd heard the startling peal of a bell.
He hastily located all the videos Hunter had sent and relayed the cell phone number to Charles.
Charles copied the videos to his computer, and although they were from Hunter, his self-developed tracking software swiftly pinpointed the origin of the footage. He then followed the cell phone number trail. Every related number was unearthed, and the chase continued, tracing the IP addresses. White letters raced across the blue interface.
He then followed the cell phone number trail—
Every related number was unearthed and the chase continued, tracing the IP addresses.
White English letters raced across the blue interface.
Frank was gobsmacked.
He; he might not have aan IT degree in IT, but he could manage basic tasks, and. Thus, it was clear to him that Charles's skills were beyond ordinary.
As to the level Charles reached, Frank—theas a computer novice—, he couldn't tell.
All he knew was that, in Charles's hands, the computer seemed like an obedient robot, bending to his every command.
Charles was entirely focused, concentrating intensely.
Seconds and minutes ticked by.
Yet, he didn't show a hint of fatigue.
Seeing him work with such earnestness, exuding confidence, Frank felt a nervous tension he couldn't shake off. The glimmer of hope that had nearly extinguished in him was rekindled.
If he could just find his grandmothernana, he'd be willing to go down with Hunter if need be.
needed. His only wish was for her safety.
Just then, Charles exclaimed, "Eureka, I've got it…"!" Charles exclaimed.
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