Chapter 186


    Chapter 186 There Can Be Miracles


    Jack was just like Tessa, wearing handcuffs and shackles around his ankles. His face showed a sense


    of relief as if the dust had settled.


    He looked at the woman he deeply loved and smiled. “Tessa. I’m here with you. I won’t let you walk this


    path alone. I promised you that I would stay with you until the end.”


    Tessa’s face turned pale, and she asked in astonishment. “Did you surrender yourself to the police?”


    Jack shook his head gently. Seeing that, Tessa sneered inwardly while thinking. “So, he was also


    caught-”


    “I was afraid that surrendering myself would lessen my sentencing, so the first thing I did after getting


    back in the city was to kill a taxi driver. That way, I would be sentenced to death just like you.”


    As Tessa’s aplice, he always felt that his own sins weren’t equally grave as hers. This kind of


    twisted and obsessive love shocked


    the police officers present greatly.


    However, a warm smile appeared on Tessa’s face. “I knew it. I knew that you truly loved me. But Jack, I


    lost our child. He has been reunited


    with Chandler. I feel frustrated thinking about it!”


    Tessa’s smile became somewhat pale and weak. She’d sworn to never let Chandler find peace or


    happiness in this lifetime. Now that he’d


    found his son, losing Erin didn’t seem to matter that much.


    Jack sighed. “Tessa, look at us. We’re heartless killers! How are we supposed to raise a child? When


    Erin tried her best to persuade me to let her go, I was unfazed. But since we took her child away, every


    time I see her son smile at me, I feel an immense sense of guilt—”.


    The smile on Tessa’s face fell, and her expression gradually became grim and dreadful. She suddenly


    questioned loudly. “Have you gone mad? Do you see me as a priest to confess to? I’ll never regret


    what happened in the past! If there is anything that I regret, it’s that!


    shouldn’t have left the ind with you-”


    Her words stopped abruptly. She looked around in terror and noticed the hidden cameras not far away.


    In the next moment, she burst intoughter and shouted at the camera, “Chandler, I almost fell into


    your trap! Did you really think I would


    reveal where she was? I won’t! I’d rather die than disclose Erin’s whereabouts!”


    In the monitoring room, Chandler watched Tessa on the screen with a cold gaze. She’d slipped up for a


    moment and revealed that Erin


    was being held on an ind.


    But with so many inds of different sizes around the world, which ind could it be?


    Without a country or a specifictitude and longitude, such information was practically meaningless.


    Finding Erin was basically an impossible task! If they were to individually search each ind, how


    many years would it take?


    Chandler didn’t know if he had the determination to keep on searching like that. After years of repeated


    searching that returned nothing, he


    would lose his mind.


    Just when his mind was in turmoil Jack’s words instantly plunged him into a deeper hell.


    *Tessa, why didn’t you tell Chandler the truth? Erin must be dead. If we tell him the exact location, he


    can go and retrieve the body and


    arrange a funeral-”


    He didn’t continue his sentence as Tessa red at him and kept hinting at him to shut up with her eyes.


    Even though she was wearing


    ankle restraints, she quickly walked toward Jack. The police officers behind her didn’t stop her. They


    purposely arranged for Jack and


    Tessa to meet, hoping to obtain information about Erin’s whereabouts through their conversation.


    Jack’s words made Chandler take several steps back, his legs weakening. Osborn and Kyle supported


    him from behind, preventing him from falling to the ground in an embarrassing manner.


    Erin was dead.


    “No, it’s impossible! It can’t be!” Chandler bellowed internally.


    Chandler’s terrified eyes darted everywhere, unable to focus. He fled, stumbling and running out, his


    bumbling figure looking somewhat


    comical.


    He no longer had the courage to listen to Tessa and Jack’s conversation. After leaving the monitoring


    room, he never witnessed what


    happened next.


    Half an hourter, Kyle walked out of the detention center and strode toward Chandler’s Maybach.


    He saw Chandler leaning against the car door alone, his deste and elongated silhouette was under


    the dim streetlights. Chandler had already smoked a pile of cigarettes. In his right hand, he held a


    bottle of vodka with most of its contents gone.


    Aftering out of the detention center, he could no longer bear the cruel reality that was presented to


    him. He could only numbly and mechanically open the bottle and start drinking desperately.


    As the numbing alcohol gradually got into his system, he felt his entire stomach start to burn fiercely.


    His consciousness blurred, and his


    steps became increasingly sta ggered. He even started to have double vision.


    When he involuntarily started thinking about everything that had happened so far, he clearly felt his


    memory and consciousness


    bing blurred and sluggish. The effects of consuming alcohol temporarily brought him relief from


    deep within his soul.


    He kept smoking mechanically, throwing himself entirely into a confined space where he didn’t have to


    think about anything. He just


    needed to sense the pulsing of the veins in his temples to know that he was still alive.


    At that moment, Kyle had already walked up to Chandler, silently standing by his side without saying a


    word. The two men stood in silence like this for a full twenty minutes.


    Since Chandler had no intention of leaving, Kyle wouldn’t leave either. He didn’t know how to console


    orfort Chandler, so he stayed


    without saying anything.


    After a long while, a faint male voice finally asked, “What did they sayter?”


    Chandler’s red bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the ground destely.


    Kyle frowned slightly and helplessly said, “After you left. Tessa walked up to Jack. Not long after, she


    used a thin and sharp stic de to cut Jack’s throat. It happened so suddenly. Jack started bleeding


    profusely from his throat. By the time the doctor arrived, Jack was already dead. That stic de was


    hidden in Tessa’s forearm. She couldn’t wait any longer and killed Jack because she was afraid he


    would reveal the specific location of the ind.”


    They didn’t even let him find Erin’s body, did they?


    Chandler’s hand holding the bottle instantly lost strength. The bottle shattered into pieces upon hitting


    the ground, releasing a strong


    scent of vodka.


    He instinctively lifted his hand, which was holding a cigarette between his fingers; it trembled as it


    approached his lips. His unfocused eyes were like gems falling into an endless abyss, shattering and


    disintegrating into nothingness during the continuous descent. 1


    “Mr. Frost, I don’t believe what Jack said! Miss Lane must still be alive! I think she’s still alive!” Kyle


    suddenly roared loudly.


    He wanted to make Chandler believe in the existence of miracles with his meager words.


    Kyle gritted his teeth and continued, “Mr. Frost, calm down and think about it. If those two really killed


    Miss Lane, considering Tessa’s behavior, she would have described in detail how she ended Erin’s life.


    But she didn’t! And it’s because she didn’t have any specific details to provide! Moreover, Jack’s


    previous words to Tessa are worth pondering. He said, ‘Erin must be dead.” This is enough to prove


    that he didn’t see Miss Lane die with his own eyes. It only shows that Miss Lane was in a dangerous


    situation at that time and could potentially die, but she might have survived!”


    Kyle’s eyes shimmered with hope as he looked at his despaired boss. He didn’t know what else he


    could say.


    Chandler, who had been keeping his head lowered, froze after hearing Kyle’s analysis.


    After about ten seconds, Chandler suddenly seemed to be jolted back to life.


    Looking extremely excited, he forcefully threw away the unfinished cigarette and instantly rushed


    forward to tightly embrace Kyle, who was right in front of him. Chandler cried tears of joy and said,


    “Kyle, thank you! You’re right! I was too weak. Erin must still be alive! Let’s go! Let’s head back!”


    After he said that, he turned around and opened the door to the driver’s seat. Kyle quickly stopped him


    and said, “Let me drive, Mr. Frost. You’ve been drinking.”


    “Ok, you drive! Let’s go!”


    2/2


    Two hourster, Chandler returned to his new vi.


    The security measures around this vi were impable. There were a hundred special forces


    bodyguards taking turns to patrol and protect the entire vi twenty-four hours a day. Even the six


    female bodyguards responsible for taking care of the baby were extraordinary fighters. They were all


    strictly selected by Chandler from a pool of one thousand elite candidates.


    For three consecutive days, he didn’t sleep, wanting to see to his son’s safety as much as possible.


    He hadn’t decided on his son’s full name yet, wanting to wait until he found Erin to choose a name for


    their son together.


    However, he did give his son a temporary name: Asa, which carried the meaning of being a gift of G od


    and a healer.


    For Chandler, his son. Asa, was the best gift given to him by G od and the greatest healer in his long


    years of searching for Erin.


    When Chandler gently pushed open the bedroom door, he saw a side of his father, Quentin, that he


    had never seen before-he had a gentle and caring expression.


    Quentin held Asa in his arms like he was holding a rare treasure. His eyes were slightly tinged with red.


    All of his attention was focused on his grandson, and he did not notice the presence of his son.


    He softly whispered to the sleeping Asa, “Asa, as long as I’m alive, I’ll work with your father to find your


    mother. You won’t be a child


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    “Dad, Chandler called out, sincerely addressing Quentin as his father upon hearing his words and


    seeing his transformation.