Chapter 283


    Hearing that, Zavier paused and stared at Christopher, scrutinizing him. With a frown, Zavier said,


    “How did someone take him away? Is it a human trafficker? Are there any clues now?”


    With worry and anxiety on his face, Zavier seemed to be genuinely worried about Rowan’s safety.


    Christopher did not change his expression. He picked up the cup on the table and casually took a sip of


    coffee. The coffee had turned cold. Perhaps it was left aside. for too long; the taste was too strong and


    astringent, losing its original vor.


    Christopher frowned slightly and replied faintly, “There is no clue yet, so I want your help.”


    Lowering his gaze, Zavier nced at Christopher from the corner of his eyes. He smiled and said,


    “Even you don’t have any clues. How can I find him?”


    Christopher did not reply immediately. He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed a cigarette to


    Zavier. Then, he lit one for himself and took a puff. The cigarette was between his fingers. Instead of


    looking at Zavier, Christopher looked somewhere in the air and slowly puffed out the cigarette smoke.


    Zavier took the cigarette from Christopher and did not light it. He held it in his hand and yed with it.


    However, he was not thinking about it at all. Instead, Zavier thought of the purpose of Christopher


    coming to him.


    He had held Rowan before. He was very simr to Christopher when thetter was a child. Rowan was


    very likable, unlike his grandchildren, who looked dumb and were not energetic at all.


    Zavier wondered, “The baby is missing. Why does hee to me and ask for the baby thiste at


    night?”


    Zavier’s face darkened and he had some assumptions.


    “Zavier, I remember when I was very young, Mr. Sce was not at home because of a business trip.


    Mom was in the hospital, while Ken and La were having their final exams. They didn’t have time to


    care about me. You brought me to your house and let me live there for a while.”


    Christopher seriously recalled those days. With a faint smile, he continued, “When I was a child, I was


    not in good health. I would easily catch a cold and didn’t like to exercise. In those days, you took me


    jogging every morning. If I couldn’t jog, you would put me on your shoulder and jog. You also told me to


    exercise more and sweat more to get better. Back then, you had a dog. When you got home every


    night, you took the dog and me for a walk. You would shower me and tell me a bedtime story before I


    went to bed.”


    Christopher was only about five years old at that time.


    Christopher smiled. “Even my Dad hasn’t done those things for me. At that time, I thought it would be


    great if you were my dad.”


    Zavier’s unlit cigarette was a little deformed. Pursing his lips and tightening his jaw, Zavier did not


    answer.


    Christopher looked at him and said, “Zavier, although you’re not my dad, there is no difference between


    you and my father in my heart. I’ve always regarded you and Zaiden as my closest family members for


    all these years. I’ve never changed that thought. I know our rtionship has changed a little because of


    some things recently. But I think they’re two different things. Business matters are different from our


    private lives. I don’t want to reach the point until things are irreparable,


    Zavier.”


    When Christopher spoke again after a pause, his voice sounded cold with a hint of indifference. “Not


    only do I have a family, but you also have a family. If something happens to Roe, I’ll let the person pay


    back twice as much no matter


    who he is.”


    Christopher nced at the partially burned cigarette, flicked the cigarette ash above the ashtray, and


    stuck the cigarette that had not burned out into the ashtray. Then, he got up and said, “Please look out


    for Roe. I won’t disturb your rest anymore. I’m leaving now.”


    After that, Christopher got up. He picked up the coat on the couch’s armrest and strode toward the


    door.


    When the sound of closing the door came, Zavier nced in the direction of Christopher’s departure.


    He scrunched the cigarette and threw it with a stern gaze.


    Isabe draped a coat over her and came over. She looked at her husband coldly and questioned, “Did


    you do it? No matter what, you’re also Roe’s great-uncle. He’s so young. How can you bear to hurt


    him? Are you still human?”


    “Who told you that I did it?” Zavier red at Isabe angrily.


    Isabe was stunned by his stare, and a trace of doubt appeared on her face. After decades of being


    with Zavier, she still knew his personality. Looking at his expression earlier, Isabe thought it was


    probably not Zavier who did it.


    “But, if it’s not you, why did Chrise here thiste at night?” asked Isabe.


    Zavier’s expression became more solemn. “You should ask what your sons have done!”


    As soon as he finished speaking, Isabe’s phone rang. She nced at the number on the screen and


    found it was from Xander, her youngest son.


    She calmed down and answered immediately, “Hello, Xander-”


    Before she finished speaking, an unfamiliar voice interrupted, “Is this Xander Sce’s mother? This is


    Hillden Hospital…”


    In the early morning, Zavier and Isabe hurried to Hillden Hospital.


    When Isabe got the phone call, she was scared to death. She looked at the doctor in front of her


    eagerly. “How’s my son?”


    Although Zavier lookedposed, his gaze was not as calm as it used to be, showing a hint of anxiety.


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    Like Christopher, Xander was born when Zavier and Isabe were in their 40s. They usually looked


    after him carefully and doted on him very much since he was young. They would give Xander whatever


    he wanted. It could be said that Xander had much better treatment than his brothers.


    The doctor said, “There are different degrees of fractures on both legs. There are also many scrapes


    and bruises on his body. We just ran some examinations on him and found no internal injury. His life is


    not in danger for the time being. You don’t have to be too nervous.”


    Isabe took a deep breath. “That’s good. Thank goodness his life is not in danger!”


    Zavier also felt relieved. Soon, he realized something and asked, “Doctor, how did Xander get injured?”


    The doctor replied, “I don’t know the exact situation. It was the passerby who found him at the entrance


    of the hospital. At that time, Xander was already in aa. The nurse rushed over and sent him to the


    emergency department before informing you. ording to his injury, he must have been beaten.”


    Hearing that, Zavier frowned and lowered his gaze, thinking about something.


    The doctor left after telling them about Xander’s situation.


    Xander’s legs had fractures of different degrees. The severe injury needed surgery. Although there was


    no need to worry about his life, he would take months to


    recover.


    Doctors and nurses had treated all the injuries that could be handled on Xander and already issued a


    hospital admission form. After Zavier and Isabe arrived, Xander was transferred from the emergency


    department to the inpatient department.


    After settling down, Xander woke up.


    Looking at her son’s bruised and swollen face, Isabe felt distressed. “Xander, are you okay? Let me


    know if you feel unwell. I’ll ask the doctor to check on you.”


    Xander was still a little confused. He looked at Zavier and Isabe and looked at the surroundings


    before realizing that they were in the hospital.


    Zavier asked, “How did you get these injuries?”