Chapter 190


    "Zip it, all of you! Do you even know where we are?" I roared, silencing them instantly.


    Only then did they all regain theirposure. Jan shielded me, ushering me towards a car. I shot


    Catherine a knowing nce. She understood at once, tossed a warning at Jan to look after me,


    hopped in her own vehicle, and zoomed off.


    It took Jan a considerable amount of effort to dodge the swarm of journalists and get us home.


    In the car, I was obsessively scrolling through my phone, sting the volume. The screen was flooded


    with footage of the mob of reporters at the airport, their aggressive inquiries piercing the air.


    In all honesty, I hadn''t absorbed a single question when they were hurled at me.


    Now, looking at the footage with a clear mind, those questions were brutally direct, each one a blow to


    my dignity and reputation.


    They reported I was the prime suspect, the puppet master behind the kidnapping. I was the one who


    was summoned by the police as a bona fide suspect.


    Thements section of these videos was a tumultuous sea of usations, painting me as a deceitful


    viin, a wolf in sheep''s clothing. And I eveny a finger on a child. And they said I was trying to prove,


    Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    ying the victim, unting my love life. Shameless! In a word, both me and Marissa, the other woman,


    were to me.


    Intermingled with these clips was footage of Marissa, wailing on her knees, begging for her child’s


    return. The sight was heart-wrenching a true tragedy.


    Someizens were shouting across cyberspace, urging me to spare the innocent child and to stop


    stirring the pot. But who was really stirring the pot here?


    Looking at the well-built men who shielded me in the footage, appearing and disappearing with


    discipline, I knew they were Ronan''s subordinates. But no one seemed to object to their presence.


    Perhaps people assumed they were police escorts.


    Jan gently took my phone from my hands,forting me in a soothing voice, "Stop watching this


    crap. Don''t let it get to you. This will pass."


    I turned to look at him, maintaining a steady gaze, "I bet the Dawson family are freaking out because


    Evan is missing."


    "Allie, I swear. I have no idea how this happened. I''m at my wits'' end. Please, believe me." Jan


    seemed to be in despair, showing a sight I''d never seen before.


    Truthfully, I couldn''t read him. What was going through his mind now that the child was gone?


    "Believe you? Then tell me the truth, Jan. Is Evan your child?" I stared into his eyes, demanding an


    answer, "I just want the truth."


    Jan shook his head, a look of utter helplessness on his face. He seemed to be miserable, then his


    frustration began to bubble up. His eyes were full of hatred as he stared at me, "Allie, can''t you stop


    pushing me like this?"


    "You''re the one that''s put me in this position." I snapped back, "I can''t hide from this. The police


    dragged me from Silverdale City with a single phone call. What position does that put me in?"


    I gestured at the phone, "Now, the whole world is pushing me,beling me as the wicked witch. How


    am I supposed to believe you? How am I supposed to save face for you now?"


    "All my energy is focused on Medsafe Liyah Inc..."


    "Don''t bring up Medsafe Liyah Inc., I don''t care about your damnpany." I spat out, my voice filled


    with contempt. It was as if Medsafe Liyah Inc. had lost all value in my eyes. Whether it survives or not, I


    couldn''t care less.


    "All I want is to live a quiet life, okay? Jan!"


    My words served as a hint to Jan; my return to Silverdale City was a sign of bigger things toe. It


    was a message that the happenings in Silverdale City were real.


    His decision concerning Medsafe Liyah Inc. would need to be elerated, and that was my true


    intention all along.


    When we reached the entrance of our estate, we were met with a familiar scene where journalists


    camped out, shadowing our every move. The moment our car pulled up, they swarmed us like a horde


    of zombies in a horror flick.


    We finally made it home, hoping for a moment of peace. But before I could even sit down, catch my


    breath, or take a sip of water, Jan''s mother burst through the door, followed by the seldom-seen


    Jan’s father, Farley Dawson.


    Ah, it seemed they came as a group to confront me.