Chapter 794


    ine interpreted two conclusions from Morgan''s remark.


    Firstly, They knew that Paul was with her when Allen kidnapped her and that he didn''t stop him.


    Second, how did they know about all this?


    She didn''t want to rack her brain about this, so she asked directly, "Morgan, how do you know this?"


    With a smile, Morgan said, "I just happen to know it. You don''t have to think about how I know this,


    but just know that Mr. Bradbury is doing all this for your own good."


    His remark didn''t have any effect on her though. Vincent was nothing but a stranger to her, and she


    didn''t know his name until today.


    She didn''t want him to do anything for her.


    Looking down, she whispered, "I just want to know where Paul is. Morgan, please tell me."


    In the end, Morgan simply shook his head with a sigh and walked away without revealing anything.


    When he left, ine turned to the phone but a maid stopped her. "Miss Jacob, Morgan won''t let you


    use the phone. Please proceed to the living room."


    The more indifferent they were, the more anxious she became. "Go away. I must make this call."


    The maid started tugging at her until Morgan''s voice resonated, "Charlotte, stop. Let Miss Jacob


    use the phone."


    With that, the maid let go of ine''s arm.


    In an instant, ine picked up the phone and dialed Paul''s number.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    The phone was connected and it kept beeping, but no one answered it.


    In the end, it hung up on its own.


    Determined, ine called him twice but no one answered the phone.


    ine''s heart began to pound nervously. Where was Paul? Why didn''t he answer the phone?


    Putting down the earpiece uneasily, she stood as still as a statue, lost in thought.


    Suddenly, the image of the bald man dying in front of her shed across her mind again...


    The rustic smell of blood.


    The man''s cold and ruthless gaze.


    "Miss Jacob?"


    Startled by the maid''s voice, ine came back to her senses. The maid then asked, sounding


    concerned, when she saw her pale face, "Are you alright?"


    Nodding dejectedly, she slowly walked back to the living room.


    She waited for the whole day but Vincent never came home.


    Finally, when the clock struck 7, she started pacing the living room like an anxious cat. Morgan


    comforted, "I''m not sure if Mr. Bradbury wille back today. Why don''t you go back to your room


    and rest?"


    Without saying a word, she rushed to the phone again and started calling Vincent.


    His phone was turned off.


    She tried calling Paul again, but his phone was turned off too.


    She was silent for a moment, and the anxiety infuriated her. She mmed the phone down and ran


    back to her room.


    Because she didn''t eat for a day, she was feeling a little wobbly that she fell when she was on the


    stairs.


    Shocked, Morgan wanted to help her up but she had already stood up on her own and gone


    upstairs.


    Seeing the sight, Morgan sighed. "I''ve never seen such a stubborn person before. Charlotte, bring


    the soup to her room. She''s got to eat something."


    The maid nodded and hurried to the kitchen.


    After going upstairs, ine walked around the room before sitting down on the bed in frustration.


    She was still thinking about how to escape from this ce the whole morning, but now, all she could


    think of was Paul. Only when she got the news about him from Vincent could she be at ease.


    Feeling dizzy, she got under the quilt and stroke her growling stomach while staring at the ceiling.


    "I''m so hungry!" she grumbled.


    Usually, she would eat a lot due to the heavy workload, and she had never starved herself as she


    did now.


    This sort of feeling was simply too hard to bear.


    Since young, her family was very poor. Her parents would always leave something delicious for Zoe


    and Paul, and she could only watch.


    Hence, she grew up to be a person who would never be wasteful.


    That being said, she would never waste any food.


    Today, when she saw that the maid threw away the food she didn''t eat, she felt wasteful and


    disappointed.


    Just as she was thinking about it, a soft voice came from the door as it was opened, "Miss Jacob,


    you must be starving. Here, I bring you soup. I''ll put it on the table."


    Shifting her nose slightly, ine could smell the scent of meat in the air.


    She must have added corn and cauliflower to the soup. It smelled so good...


    Upon finishing her words, the maid saw that ine had not moved, so she left the room quietly.


    Morgan was right. ine was indeed very stubborn.


    In fact, even ine was impressed by her willpower. She didn''t want to eat anything they gave her


    since she had nothing to do with them.


    As the thinking was spiraling in her mind, she gradually fell asleep.


    "I won''t feel hungry when I fall asleep," she thought.


    At first, she slept soundly, but then she began to have nightmares. She dreamed that there was a


    boulder pressing on her and she couldn''t breathe.


    Grasping for air, she opened her mouth wide and panted.


    Later, she found that something was wrong as she felt something soft pressing on her lips.


    Shocked, she immediately opened her eyes and saw a handsome face right in front of her.


    She let out a shriek, but her mouth was muffled.


    Anxious, she kicked the person on her body away and crawled backward frantically. Only then did


    she see that it was Vincent.


    With a frown, he clutched his stomach where she kicked it.


    Thinking of what had just happened, she was both surprised and furious. "What do you think you''re


    doing?"


    "Kissing you," he admitted without hesitation.


    ring at him in dismay, ine stuttered, "Y-You..."


    His face was hidden in the darkness, so she couldn''t see his expression. He rubbed his stomach


    and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "Morgan told me that you haven''t eaten anything today."


    Silently, she looked at him with vignce.


    Instead, Vincent chuckled, "But you don''t seem like someone who has starved the whole day. Your


    kick is quite strong."


    ine pursed her lips angrily.


    As he turned on the switch and the room lit up, he leaned on the edge of the bed and asked, his


    eyes as dark as night, "Are you hungry? I''ll ask them to get you something to eat!"


    "I don''t want anything!" She directly asked him, "Where''s my brother!"


    Ignoring her, he picked up the inte at the bedside table, pressed a button, and ordered, "Bring


    some food up here."


    After saying that, he put down the earpiece, turned his head to look at her, and patted the ce


    next to him. "Come here."


    She tried her best to hold back her tremor. "Where''s my brother?"


    He stared at her for a while. "Do you want to see him?"


    "Yes!"


    "He''s the reason why you were kidnapped and were almost raped. I should have let him die right


    there. Why do you want to see him?" The way Vincent looked at her seemed like he was looking at


    a fool.


    Blood drained from her face, and her hands trembled slightly.


    "I''ll take care of him for you. Be good and don''t worry about this," said Vincent in a milder tone.


    All of a sudden, she raised her head and snapped, "What will you do to him? Where is he now? Are


    you going to kill him like you killed that man?"


    Vincent didn''t say anything.


    She couldn''t help but shriek in a shrill and shaky voice, "M-Murderer!"


    Her remark made Vincent snap and his eyes became stern. "What did you say?"


    A shiver ran down ine''s spine at the sight of his sharp eyes.