Chapter 122
RAVEL
PRESENT TIME
Hazel, with her unwavering determination, remains resolute in her insistence on personally overseeing
the DNA test for David and Monica. Despite my relentless attempts to sway her from this path, her
stubbornness shines through. It’s a quality of hers that I’m well acquainted with, and given the difficulty
of changing her mind, I’ve instead opted to provide her with my wholehearted support and
encouragement, all the while being vignt in protecting her from potential troubles.
Indeed, it’s the least I can do for her during this trying time: The realization that the person in question
was in close proximity to my woman and our daughter sends shivers down my spine. It’s disconcerting
to think that Hazel had ced enough trust in him to leave our precious Daisy under his care. Under
such circumstances, it wouldn’t be entirely shocking if we were to uncover a connection between him
and the harrowing disappearance and kidnapping of our dear Daisy.
Carrying out Sabestine’s instructions had be a solemn obligation for me. The breakfast I shared
with Hazel yesterday, while it might seem like a gesture of happiness, was anything but that. After all,
how could one revel in joy when the shadow of my missing daughter loomed over every moment? My
primary objective in close proximity to Hazel was not just to provide moral support but also to ignite a
reaction from the individual responsible for those chilling, threatening messages.
The only hope I held was that by being close to Hazel, holding her hand, nting soft kisses on her
cheek and her hand, it might somehow provoke the person responsible for sending those ominous
messages to send more information.
As the day unfolded, Hazel’s presence at the office became imperative. Several essential documents
necessitated her signature, a task that had to be attended to in person, as Agatha, our usual courier of
these documents, was preupied with othermitments. I saw it as a golden opportunity to
encourage Hazel to step out of the house, if only temporarily, to temporarily shift her focus away from
the distressing situation involving David. Regrettably, David wasn’t avable as an option to collect the
documents because his return to work was still pending.
Hazel’s decision to instruct David to stay away was apanied by a veil of concern that went beyond
the excuse of his -healing gunshot wound. It was crystal clear to me that trust, even in the slightest
degree, was a scarcemodity in her
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dealings with him.
The weight of culpability weighs heavily on my conscience as I contemte how my own actions
yed a part in David’s presence in Hazel’s life. Regret gnaws at me as I mull over the notion that, had
I not driven her away with my past hurtful behavior, New York would remain her residence, and the very
possibility of her crossing paths with David or establishing any form of rtionship with him would be a
remote concept.
A cup of coffee grasped firmly in my hand, I shifted my gaze towards the outside world through the
kitchen window, all the while trying to maintain focus on Raymond’s words resonating from the other
end of the telephone line. “I appreciate your optimism and the sense of hope, Ravel, but have you
pondered the path we’ll tread after we eventually apprehend this individual?”
As I contemted Raymond’s words, I realized that our course of action needed more consideration
than just capturing the wrongdoer. The potential consequences of that bastard turning to the police
were profound, and the exposure of the incriminating video was a risk I couldn’t overlook. It had the
potential to unravel everything we had worked tirelessly to safeguard.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I mulled over theplexities of our predicament. “Negotiating with
this person or instilling fear might indeed be the more prudent approach,” I admitted, acknowledging
the need for a solution that could halt the ongoing turmoil and offer protection to both Hazel and myself.
The weight of responsibility bore down on me as I realized that the road ahead was fraught with
uncertainty and peril. We were now confronted with a daunting task of devising a n that not only
brought the malefactor to justice but also ensured the safety and security of our loved ones.
“If Sabestine is right about the mysterious sender being obsessed with Hazel, then know that no level
of negogiation orpromise will make him change his mind about letting you and Hazel live happily
forever after. If you n on catching him, then you have toe up with a n.” Raymond exined.
Taking a deep breath, I resolved to confide in Hazel, knowing that transparency and unity were our best
weapons against this threat. “I believe it’s time I had a heartfelt conversation with Hazel about all of
this,” I divulged, a sense of responsibility guiding my decision. “For us to confront this ordeal together,
she must be fully aware of the circumstances.”
Raymond nodded in agreement, reaffirming his longstanding advice. “I’ve been urging you to take this
step for a while now,” he acknowledged. “Gaining aprehensive understanding of the entire
situation, particrly the details of how Hazel came into possession of that butter knife, is pivotal.
Subsequently, we should engage a detective orw enforcement officer to preemptively investigate the
case. Having solid evidence of her innocence in hand before the malefactor can exploit this in a court
ofw is paramount.”
“That’s the n,” I affirmed, appreciating Raymond’s guidance. “I’ll have this conversation with her
when she returns from the office.”
“Tell me what?” Hazel’s voice suddenly sounded from the doorway, catching me off guard. Her arrival
had been so discreet that I hadn’t even heard her car pull in or sensed her approach.
I redirected my focus to Raymond, offering a quick exnation. “I’ll have to call you backter,
Raymond. Hazel has just walked in, and I think it’s the perfect time to talk to her about everything.”