Chapter 455: Call Me Darling


    Adair wakes up in a messy and dark house. His hands and feet are tied by nylon ropes that are thicker


    than three of his fingers together. His mouth is covered with tight rubberized fabric. Because he has


    been tied like this for a long time and his hands are tied behind his back, now his arms feel numb,


    swollen and sore.


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    The only good thing is that his eyes are not covered and he can see the surroundings.


    It’s a house that he has never seen before, which is built with dark red bricks. There is something dark


    gray in the middle, but he doesn’t know what that is. Faint light ising in from outside, which creates


    a creepy atmosphere.


    However mature he is, Adair is just a five-year-old boy. Now in danger, he can’t control his body and


    bean-sized tears keep dropping along his cheeks. But he tries his best and doesn’t let out a single


    sound.


    Because he hears that someone is talking through a phone in a short distance, “I have already told you


    that you will have all the money I promised you. And the child’s whereabouts is none of your business.


    So, you had better just take the money and leave. Don’t call me again!”


    The woman’s voice is sharp. Though she tries to lower her voice, it sounds a bit ear-piercing.


    The child?


    Adair blinks his red eyes. Now he is sitting with his back facing the direction of that woman. Adair is


    scared. Was she talking about him?


    After two seconds of silence, the twisted and frightening voicees up again, “What you need to do


    is to take the money and get your job done. I am telling you that now that it has already happened, you


    and I are in the same boat. If you are not afraid of death, you can go and tell Rex everything. Let’s see


    if he will forgive an aplice who helps to hurt his boy or revenge on you in every possible way!”


    Then it is a long silence. When Adair regains his consciousness, arge shadow is upon his head. He


    doesn’t even have time to close his big, crying eyes.


    Watching his eyes full of tears, Vivian lets out a creepy and horrifying smile, “You are awake.”


    With his mouth covered, Adair can’t respond to her. But as if possessed, Vivian squats down and


    pinches his face with strong strength, “Why didn’t you tell me? You are just as cunning as your mother!”


    Her long fingernails cut through Adair’s soft face and two scars of blood leave on his tender face. Adair


    can’t even describe the pain, which is the pain he fears most since his birth. He feels like his face will


    be split apart in the next second.


    Suffering this kind of pain, a normal child will begin crying immediately. Bur Adair doesn’t. Even if tears


    are running down his cheeks, he remains silent.


    His face is just like that of Lily. The more Vivian looks at him, the angrier she gets. The face before him


    slowly superimposes with that of Lily. Overwhelmed by anger and jealous which drains her morality,


    Vivian raises her hand and ps it on Adair’s face with all her strength.


    “Pang!” The thunderous sound proves that she spends all her strength.


    At first Adair feels that his ears and brain are hurting, which makes him numb. Then the pain drowns


    him like a tsunami. He has never gone through this kind of abuse, so his little body huddles up out of


    instinct.


    Watching his pitiful face, Vivian doesn’t feel empathy at all. Instead, she feels ultimate pleasure.


    Then he raises her leg and kicks Adair’s tender body. One kick, two kicks, and she still isn’t pleased.


    She keeps kicking for several more times before stopping.


    “Do you feel pain? Are you feeling ill? This is what your mother owes me. You are her son and you will


    pay the debts for her!” Vivian is almost roaring. Much salivaes out her mouth and flies around. She


    is at the edge of madness.


    At this moment, the phone in her pocket rings up.


    Finally, she stops hurting Adair and takes out her phone. The number is the one she is most familiar


    with. Vivian looks around consciously and walks to the wall before turning off the lights.


    Darkness is the best camouge for crime. Only in this way can she feel assured.


    Then she picks up the phone. The man’s ice-cold voice crushes on her heart, “Vivian?”


    When Vivian hears him saying her name, attachment appears in her eyes which makes she look like a


    psychopath. She answers, “Rex, finally you call me. It’s faster that I have expected. So, the man that


    kept stalking you told you this number?”


    No one knows of this number. And it wasn’t bought with an ID card. Theoretically, it will take him a


    while before reaching her. But he gets this number in such a short time. The only exnation is that


    that man told him.


    She was sold, but it is fine. She has already expected this.


    “Where is the kid?” The man at the other end of the phone sounds tense. An arrow is on the bow.


    In all these years, Vivian never sees him as strained as this. But thinking that she has dominion over


    the situation now, Vivian deeply feels happy, “The kid...”


    Under the moonlight, she walks towards Adair. Watching the child lying on the dusty floor, Vivian says


    steadily with cruelty shing over her eyes, “He is right by my side. But he can’t speak now.”


    “What did you do to him!?” Rex shouts immediately. His voice is so loud that he sounds hoarse. His


    hands begin trembling because he grasps them too hard. Then he squeezes out several words, “Put


    him on the phone!”


    Vivian peeks at Adair but doesn’t do as he said. Instead, she demands in a pathological way, “I can put


    him on the phone. But Rex, first you have to fix your attitude. I didn’t sound like this when I begged you


    in the past.”


    She dared to abduct the child in broad daylight, so she is well aware that Rex will find her. All she


    wants is that Rex will satisfy her desires and demands. She wants this man to do to her everything he


    has done to Lily!


    Hearing such a demand, Rex stands up from the couch instantly. He wishes he could kill that bitch right


    now. But since she still has the child and he doesn’t know where she is, he can’t risk to agitate her.


    Rex’s cheeks begin trembling due to the strength he uses to restrain himself. His face is dark and he


    stares at the tea table in front of him with deep eyes.


    Waiting for the answer, Vivian smiles coldly, “Now that you refuse, don’t me me then. If the child’s


    arms or legs are broken...”


    “Fine. I beg you!” Rex frowns, “Please...let Adair answer the phone.”


    “Just like this?” Vivian is not content with this. Thinking about how he called Lily, she says, “Call me


    darling, and talk to me in the tone you talked to Lily.”


    For any men, what she asked is an insult. But he has no other choices but topromise.


    He never thought he would call someone “darling” beside Lily. This is just a simple word, but to Rex,


    what Vivian asked is like an execution.


    Rex raises a fist and throws it on the wall. Anger chokes on his throat, but still, he says, “Darling, let me


    talk to my child.”