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Chapter 504

    Chapter 504


    Especially this nursery, which she knew all too well. It was here that her daughter, not even an hour old, was cruelly snatched


    away by a heartless woman named Gabby!


    Now, returning to this ce, Natalia felt a sharp pain clutching at her heart. She took a silent breath and gently pushed open the


    nursery door.This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    After the previous incident where a baby was taken, the hospital tightened security in the nursery. There were now two nurses on


    duty at the same time. As soon as they saw Natalia, they hurried over to usher her out. "Sorry, this area is off-limits to visitors."


    The hospital staff had changed since then; none of the doctors or nurses recognized Natalia.


    Her face froze for a moment, and her thoughts were racing. If only they had been this vignt back then, perhaps her daughter


    would never have been lost.


    But she said nothing more and simply pointed to the babies inside. "Oh, my friend''s child is in there. He asked me to check on


    his baby.”


    "I''m sorry, but that''s against hospital policy. Unless you''re apanied by the child''s parents, we can''t allow any contact with the


    babies. Thank you for your understanding," the nurse replied apologetically.


    Natalia nodded. "Understood. May | just stand outside the ss and look in for a moment, without entering?"


    “Of course." The nurse pointed to therge ss window that took up half the wall. "This window is here so family members can


    view the babies without exposing them to harmful germs. Thank you for cooperating.”


    After directing Natalia, the nurse returned to the nursery, shutting the door behind her, Natalia walked up to the window. She


    gazed at the infants. Each one was a little cherub that seemed to have drifted down from the heavens.


    As she watched their tiny feet kick, and their little hands wave, a wave of sorrow washed over her once again.


    It was from this very room that her daughter was taken by the wicked Gabby.


    Despite years of Natalia and her husband''s search, Gabby''s whereabouts remained a mystery.


    Where in the world was her daughter now? Living a carefree childhood, or wandering alone and destitute?


    Feeling heavy-hearted, Natalia stole onest look at the sleeping children and then left the nursery.


    In the States.


    The night was eerily silent at the police station. The only sound was the gentle hum of lights casting their quiet glow onto the


    floor.


    Moths danced silently around the lights, lulling the duty officer into drowsiness.


    Suddenly, the lights flickered, plunging the station into darkness.


    The heavy ckness was like a prelude to hell, awakening the prisoners who began to rattle the bars and hurl abuse in the


    newfound anonymity.


    In the chaos, nobody noticed the faint scratching noise. It was too subtle amidst the din of whistles, curses, and repulsive


    gasping.


    The officer on duty snapped to alertness, grabbed his baton, and stumbled through the dark, banging on the cells. "Quiet down,


    or you''ll be in solitarye morning!"


    But the noise only grew louder, more defiant.


    Under cover of the raucous sounds, the scratching continued unnoticed.


    Cursing under his breath, the guard found the backup generator, flipped the switch, and light flooded back into the prison.


    With the return of light, the prisoners fell silent and sullenly retreated to their corners.


    The guard, baton in hand, began his rounds, unhesitatingly swinging at any defiant gaze. In this confined space, he was the king


    of the condemned.


    He strolled leisurely until his baton ttered to the floor in shock, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.


    Not far ahead, a cell door was ajar, the upant gone, and the severed lock dangled emptily from thetch.


    The ckout was no ident; it was a nned escape. And now, the notorious drug lord named Grant was missing.


    The guard immediately reported the escape. The officers quickly assembled, and the urgent sirens roused Jonas, who was set to


    return to school the next day.


    Disturbed by themotion, Jonas came downstairs.


    The chief was barking orders when he noticed Jonas approach. He snapped to attention with a crisp salute. "Good evening,


    Major!"


    "Hmm," Jonas acknowledged with a nod, eyeing the hastily gathered officers. "What''s the situation?"


    The chief''s face was grave. He was dreading reprimand, but the escape was too serious to conceal.


    Reluctantly, he briefed Jonas, "Major, due to apse by the on-duty officers, a major drug lord broke out with the help of his


    aplices."


    "What?" Jonas’ brow furrowed sternly. "This is a high-security prison! What were you all doing?!"


    With another stern nce at the


    chief, Jonas continued, "And Oy!


    How coul you lenaisisoner escape?


    liWoré gets out, where will the


    military''s reputation stand?!" Please


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    .


    The chief stood silent, head bowed. Despite Jonas’ youth, he was renowned for his formidable abilities,manding respect


    throughout the station.


    Jonas turned on his heel. "Deploy a K-9 unit immediately. I''ll lead the hunt myself. We must recapture this audacious criminal!"


    "Yes, sir!" The chief saluted again. His face was washed with relief.


    With Jonas leading, they had a far better chance of sess.


    The night remained dark as Grant, in tattered clothes, was hurriedly apanied by Joseph''s men as they headed toward the


    shore.


    Ayacht awaited them, promising freedom once they reached international waters, beyond the military''s jurisdiction.


    In the thick underbrush by the beach,


    they could almost disappear. Joseph,


    leading the w uogedthis mertto


    dayakentthert pace, "Hurry up, or


    those damn dogs will be on us, and


    then we''ll really be in trouble." Please


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    .


    Joseph''s reference to "dogs" wasn''t to actual canines, but a derogatory term they used for the police.


    Grant''s crew nodded in unison, rallying around him to lend their support as they strode forward.


    Grant bore the marks of his ordeal - a


    patchwork of bruises that painted his


    body in shades of purnd btoe |


    HS Pathe alge. acanvas of


    Cc Gens These were the


    souvenirs of a harsh interrogation,


    the result of hurling insults at his


    questioners, who responded with


    their fists. Please read the original


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