Chapter 291 The Abortion Procedure
Charles and Frank, tears welling up in their eyes, were overjoyed to see Fannie standing before them, unharmed.
Charles broke down and embraced her, sobbing,. "You little rascal, why didn't you contact me if you were okay? Do you have any idea how heartbroken I've been? I thought you were dead."
Fannie was totally bewildered.
"Daddy said we were playing hide and seek, remember? Whoever gets found first loses and would have no allowance for a year."
Charles paused for a moment, then, realizing Martin's well-intentioned subterfuge, burst into laughter,. "Yes, yes, of course!. We were just playing a game!"."
Fannie pouted, her voice laced with grievance,. "I got found first, and now I don't get my allowance for a whole year."
Holding Fannie tightly, Charles relished the tangible, solid reality of having her in his arms. As long as Fannie was safe, nothing else mattered. "I'll give you my allowance."
As long as Fannie was safe, nothing else mattered.
"I'll give you my allowance."
Fannie's eyes immediately lit up,. "Really?"
Charles chuckled,. "Of course, for real. I'll give it all to you!. Nothing is more important than you."
Fearing he might change his mind, Fannie pulled back and held out her pinky finger to him,. "Then, let's pinky promise, no take-backs."
Charles adored her with every glance, and, without hesitation, intertwined his little finger with hers, sealing their pact with a playful promise.
Observing Fannie, lively and chatty as ever, Frank was choked up, barely able to speak. He turned to Martin with sincere gratitude, ."Thank you... Thank you so much..."
"Thank you... Thank you so much..."
Thankfully, Fannie was safe.
And with that, Frank's guilt washed away a little.
Martin watched Charles and Fannie with contentment and said effortlessly, "You don't need to thank me. She's my daughter. It's only natural for a father to protect his child."
Frank remained silently appreciative, his gratitude to Martin deep and unspoken. Charles, usually a man of few words, found himself flooded with questions for Fannie this time.
Even though it was an unspoken truth, his gratitude to Martin was profound.
Usually a man of few words, Charles this time seemed to have an endless stream of questions for Fannie.
"How've you been feeling lately? Any discomfort anywhere?"
he asked. "Are you settling in okay here?"
"? Did you experience any long-term effects after falling overboard?"
"? How did you manage to get to safety that day?"
"? Has Daddy been taking good care of you?"
Fannie, overwhelmedOverwhelmed by histhe barrage of questions, shot back, Fannie responded, "Brother, aren't you getting thirsty tossing all these questions at once? I've settled in fine, Daddy's been taking great care of me, and what happened is in the past – I've got no lingering issues. As for how I ended up here, Daddy rescued me with his helicopter and brought me back. Got it? Clear enough? Anything else you want to know?"
It had always been her was usually Fannie who wouldn't stop babbling, endlessly chatting away.
Buttalking, but this was the first time her brotherCharles had been the one to wearworn her out with his questions.
"And! Wwhat did you find after falling into the sea?"
"? Where were you at the time? Why couldn't I find you?"
"? You..."—
"Ah..."
Fannie crumbled under the onslaught of his relentless inquiries, clutchingFannie, overwhelmed, clutched her head and letting out a screamscreamed, no longer wanting to engage incontinue the conversation.
Martin looked atwatched their interaction, and his empty exchange with a heart that felt full, for the first time in a while, a natural smile creeping upacross his face naturally.
Yet, when he remembered . However, the thought of Patricia, missing in America,Country M, caused his smile frozeto freeze and worry shadedto cloud his eyes.
What was Patricia going throughenduring right now?
Had Hunter done anything to harmharmed her in any way?
Caught up in the moment, Charles, with the enthusiasm of a child, pulled out a kid-friendly cellphone, exclaiming, "I've got to share the good news with Mom. She'll be thrilled!"."
Before he could dial, Martin stopped him.
Charles with a hand on his shoulder.
Charles, puzzled, looked up at Martin, puzzled.
Martin gave"I'll have a word with your mommy later," Martin said, giving Charles a meaningful glance and deliberately stated , making sure Fannie was within earshot of Fannie, "I'll have a word with your momma later.".
With just one look, Charles gotUnderstanding the silent message. He, Charles put away his phone and replied cooperatively,nodded. "Okay, I'll let you handle this one."," he replied cooperatively.
Seeing his understanding, Martin didn't , seeing his son's comprehension, chose not to elaborate further.
That evening.
Having, after Fannie had finally gotten Fannie to sleepfallen asleep, Charles seizedfound the momentopportunity to confront Martin:.
"Daddy, what's going on? Is mommy in trouble?" Charles asked, his voice laced with concern.
Martin knew his boy was savvy and well-behaved, and that secrets didn't stay hidden for long. He, recognizing the astuteness and maturity in his son, decided it was better to level with himbe upfront rather than let him fretthe boy worry or hear it elsewherefind out from someone else.
"Your mommy's been taken to the StatesCountry M by Hunter."," Martin disclosed.
"What?" Charles gasped, then quickly loweredimmediately lowering his voice to avoidprevent waking Fannie,
. "How did mommy get taken to the StatesCountry M by him?"
As Martin laid outexplained the situation in detail.
With each piece of informationcircumstances, Charles's expressionface grew grimmerincreasingly grim with every detail.
In a stern voice, Martin said, "I'm going to the StatesCountry M to get your mommy back. ," Martin stated firmly. "You're the big brother and you're a sensible kid. I need you to look after Randy and Fannie while I'm away."
ThoughCharles, though only five, Charles understood more than most kidsshowed an understanding beyond his age.
years. "Montague territory is Hunter's playground, how will you save Mom? Even the most powerful players struggle to take on the local kingpins in their home territory. No matter how strong you are, it'llIt'll be tough to beat him."
Martin felt , filled with a warmmix of pride in his chest, fondly ruffling and affection, ruffled his son's hair, gently. "While the Millers do hold sway there, the Carters have some influence too. Carter will help me."
Seeing Charles, reassured by his father's resolve, Charles didn't try to dissuade him determination, offered no further objections.
"Just be careful, daddy. I'll look after Randy and Fannie, and we'll be waiting for you and mom."mommy," Charles promised.
"Good boy!"."
After settling things with ensuring Charles and Fannie were settled for the night, Martin spent a nightsome time with Randy at the hospital. He left instructions with Randy. After instructing Alan to keep a watchfulvigilant eye on them, hethe children, and then, alongside Luke, he caught a dawn flight.
To the next day. Opting for a commercial flight instead of a private jet to avoid arousingdrawing Hunter's suspicions, he didn't take a private jet but flew commercial insteadattention, Martin embarked on his rescue mission.
With Martin goneaway, Charles had, determined to help in any way he could, asked Frank to bring him a laptop. He decided to disrupt He set about launching a virus at the Miller Group's operations by launching a virus at them, hoping to create a distraction and buy his dadfather some time to save his mommother.
Meanwhile...
Upon, upon entering the borders of the USAUnited States, Hunter didn't take Patricia straight backdirectly to the Miller householdestate. Instead, he settled opted for a more secluded setting, settling her in a newly purchasedacquired villa.
The villa had stood mostly vacant, visited only by that had remained largely uninhabited, save for the occasional visit from the cleaning crewstaff.
Concerned that To prevent any attempt by Patricia might try to make a run for itto escape, Hunter wrappedenveloped the property in layers ofstringent security, tasking dozens measures, employing a sizable team of bodyguards with its watchful perimeter, and assignedto maintain a vigilant watch over the premises. Additionally, he appointed two maids to tend to attend to Patricia's needs, though their duties as caregivers thinly masked their primary function as watchful guardians.
Trapped within the confines of the villa, Patricia felt her freedom utterly stripped away, her every need—though their role as caregivers thinly veiled their true purpose as sentinels.
Patricia felt like a bird caged without the slightest shred of freedom, her every basic need monitored closely.move scrutinized. Television wasbecame her only solace, sole form of escapism, as all other forms of electronics were forbiddenexpressly prohibited.
Hunter, for his part, spent nearly all the majority of his time at the villa, saveonly leaving for his ventures tonecessary business at the company offices.
Overwhelmed by the imposing control exerted over her, Patricia, too intimidated to make any rash moves, submitted found herself capitulating to his control like an obedient robotdemands, her actions robotic and devoid of defiance.
Dinner was a silent affairtimes were marked by a pervasive silence between the two.
As she listlessly shoveled food into her mouththem. During one such meal, as Patricia mechanically ate, Hunter abruptly announced,broke the quiet with a declarative statement. "I've arranged for your doctor's appointment—tomorrow morning at eight. You're carrying twins, and we can't delayafford any longerdelays. As the months go by, it gets riskier. Now'spregnancy progresses, the bestrisks increase. Now is the optimal time for the procedure."
His statement was a command, delivered with an assertive and imperious voice carried a tone that brooked no argument.of authority and finality, leaving no room for debate.
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