Chapter 887
Chapter 887
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Suddenly, she was jolted and sprang up from her chair.
Jonathan hurried to Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Yvette!” Rosalie eximed, pointing to the woman approaching Zachary. Despite the somewhat
unclear surveince footage and the changes that had urred in her appearance over the past five
years, Rosalie had no difficulty recognizing her at a nce.
After all, Yvette represented a trauma deeply etched in her memory.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes as he watched the surveince camera alongside Rosalie. When Yvette
beckoned a child over to Zachary, Rosalie was stunned.
Rosalie remembered this kid to be the little boy who had performed exceptionally well on the piano at
that exhibition on that particr day.
She wondered, ‘Is this child rted to Yvette? Could this child be Yvette’s?
Since Yvette brought the child to meet Zachary, does that imply the child might also be Zachary’s?”
All these guesses swirled through Rosalie’s mind, and soon someone found the surveince footage of
Yvette’s second encounter with Zachary.
Jonathan instructed someone to use the surveince footage to trace Yvette’s whereabouts.
Indeed, using the surveince footage made it considerably easier to track Yvette’s movements. They
discovered that she had stayed at a budget inn, but had already checked out before Zekiah was
kidnapped.
As the investigation progressed, they encountered some unexpected gains. They finally managed to
find out where Yvette had been in hiding in recent years.
They learned that she was residing in Lostaria, and she had a five-year-old son named Felix Hamilton.
Felix had never attended a formal kindergarten. Yvette had encountered a retired piano teacher in the
shanty town where they resided in Lostaria, and Felix had been learning piano from that teacher. At
that moment, the kidnappers sent an email to Carlos’ mailbox from an overseas location. It was evident
that they had taken precautions against surveince.
While it might not be particrly challenging to trace the true source of the email, it would undoubtedly
consume some time. Even if discovered, the location was likely to be an inte cafe or a shopping
mall, making it challenging to pinpoint the kidnappers’ precise whereabouts.
The content of the email caused Jonathan to furrow his brow in deep concern.
In the email, the kidnappers demanded a direct transfer of 20 million dors into a foreign ount,
stipting that Rosalie should go alone to a designated location to fetch the child.
“Absolutely not!” Jonathan responded firmly. “It’s far too risky for you to go alone to fetch the child!”
“Whether it is dangerous or not, I must give it a try!” Rosalie said.
Jonathan contemted for a moment and responded to the email, asserting that the money would only
be transferred once they had ascertained the child’s safety. He proposed they choose a location where
they could collect the child and execute the money transfer simultaneously, effectively trading the
money for the child directly.
Regarding who would bring the child back, Jonathan conveyed in the email that he would be there in
person and would not be apanied by any of his men.
“Jon, you won’t let me go alone, but now you’re going alone?” Rosalie remarked, her concern evident.
“It’s safer for me to go than you! We’ll have a better chance. Moreover, I’m Zeki’s father. It’s only natural
for me to go,” Jonathan dered, and without further ado, he sent the email, leaving Rosalie no room
for further discussion.
However, not long after, the kidnappers responded, stating that they were willing to hand over the child
and receive the money transfer simultaneously, but they insisted that it had to be Rosalie who handed
over the money and picked up the child.
The tone of the kidnappers in the email was menacing, hinting that if their terms were not epted,
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would be prepared to let everyone meet a dire fate together.
Furthermore, they conveyed that during the time of the transaction, they would send an email with
precise instructions. If Rosalie failed to appear at the designated location at the specified time, they
would choose to kill the hostage.
Jonathan’s expression darkened as he read the email, and despite sending additional messages, there
was no response from the kidnappers.
Rosalie firmly dered, “I’ll go. Looks like Yvette and Zachary insist that I be there.”
Jonathan pressed his thin lips together but refrained from saying anything, clearly disapproving of
Rosalie’s decision.
“Jon, I’ll do everything to protect myself. Even if you disagree, I’m still going to rescue Zeki. It’s the only
thing I can do for him now as his mother!” Rosalie’s determination shone through her words. Jonathan
let out a resigned sigh. He knew that when it came to her decision, he would never be able to oppose
it.
“Okay, let’s take a risk. If something really happens to you, I will be there for you!”
That single sentence embodied his unwaveringmitment. For a split second, Rosalie’s heart
quivered as she realized that Jonathan intended to stand with her through thick and thin, living and
dying together. That night, Rosalie forced herself to fall asleep. She recognized that only by obtaining
adequate rest could she bolster her physical strength and energy to sessfully rescue Zekiah.
After Rosalie had fallen asleep, Jonathan gently opened his eyes and nted a tender kiss on her
deformed fingers.
“Rosie, who means the most to you in this world?”
However, no one answered that question of his.
The designated location for the transaction was on a remote, densely forested mountain, epassed
by vast undeveloped areas and difficult to ess.
Naturally, such a remote location was susceptible to idents and unexpected incidents.
Rosalie held a phone, which was provided by the kidnappers. They had ced it in a spot without
surveince cameras, and in the email, they had instructed her to collect it.
However, this phone was restricted to only receiving iing calls and couldn’t send messages or
make outbound calls.
Standing before her was a man donning a cheap Iron Man mask that wasmonly found in small,
inexpensive shops. He passed her aptop and instructed her to initiate the money transfer.
“I need to see Zeki before I transfer the money. If I don’t see him, I won’t do it,” Rosalie asserted.
“Let her see him!” said a female voice on the phone.
The man turned without a word and, momentster, emerged carrying a child who appeared to be in a
“Zeki!” Rosalie cried out. The boy’s face bore signs of swelling and bruising, evidently having been
subjected to harm. “What have you done to him? Why is he unconscious?”
“I just fed him some pills so he could get some sleep. Don’t worry, he won’t die,” the female voice on
the phone exined, though there was still a hint of anger and resentment in her tone.
The woman on the other end of the line mused, ‘That damned brat didn’t behave like a normal child at
all. He even hurt me!
As expected from a child trained by that pervert, Mr. Wilmer!’
“Hurry up and transfer the money. As long as the money is received, you can leave with the child. We’ll
all get what we want,” The woman said.
“What pill did you give him?” Rosalie asked sternly.