Snare of Love
Chapter 177: I Miss Her Now

Boyce's men caught Bess right after she had returned from the hospital. Then she was taken to the small flat.

"Is this your house?" Armand asked. Although he had known the answer, he still asked her, aiming to test if she was an honest woman. Bess looked around the men in the room and answered honestly, "Yes, it is."

She was quite smart. Sampson, who used to stay here, didn't seem to be an ordinary man, and neither did those men in her house currently. "Who have stayed here before?" asked Armand again.

"I don't know them. The man gave me some money to stay here for the time being. There was a woman with him." Bess didn't dare to lie at all. Matthew, sitting on the sofa, closed his eyes tightly when hearing Bess's words, frowning deeply.

Armand took a glance at Matthew and asked, "Where are they now?"

"They are gone. The woman got injured. They went to see a doctor in the hospital, and she was fine. Then she was taken away."

Armand's eyelid twitched fiercely.

Hence, Dolores was injured for real, wasn't she

He gingerly took another glance at Matthew. Boyce, standing next to him, dared not to utter any word.

The atmosphere had become more and more stressed. The coldness from somewhere made them so timid that nobody dared to utter a beep.

Matthew stood up and walked to Bess. He looked down at her, "How did she get injured?"

Bess could obviously feel how angry this man was. She dared not to tell him. Lowering her head, she was trembling all over.

"Speak!"

All the people in the room were shocked by his sudden outburst of anger. Bess directly knelt in fear with a loud bang. She winced in pain and stammered, "I... I don't know. I was downstairs at that time. Mr. Herbert didn't allow me to go upstairs."

She seemed to understand that Matthew came for that woman, "Are you here to replace Ms. Flores? She was always locked up on the second floor. On the day when she got injured, it seemed that Mr. Herbert wanted... wanted..."

"What did he want?" Armand was almost anxious to death. Why couldn't she finish her words?

"I don't know. I just saw that Ms. Flores wasn't decent and blood oozed on her head. Mr. Herbert was naked. I heard them argue upstairs. I guess Ms. Flores wasn't willing, so, so she wanted to commit suicide."

She didn't say quite bluntly, but the implication was quite simple and obvious. Everyone knew what had happened.

Everyone held their breath in the room, peeping at Matthew.

His face was livid, and the muscles on his face trembled. He looked quite horrible.

His eyes were full of the flame of anger. As if Bess had the guts to lie to him, he would kill her right away, he said in a low and deep voice, "Tell me. Where is she now?"

"I don't know. I don't know. He took her away directly from the hospital. But I saw him look for the routes on his cell phone, and his destination seemed to be Sichuan Province. For real. I'm telling the truth. I dare not to deceive you. I could tell that Mr. Herbert lied to me as he mentioned that Ms. Flores was his girlfriend. I found that Ms. Flores didn't love him at all. For resisting him, she'd rather hurt herself. Really. That's all I know."

Bess started begging, "I just rent my flat to them. I didn't do anything. I've told you all that I know. Please have mercy on me and let me go."

"If she has told the truth and they were heading to Sichuan Province, our men checking at the pass would replace them. Since Sampson Herbert wasn't willing to be found, he didn't dare to go through the highway or did he dare to take the plane. Even the IDs are needed to take the train, so he could only take the pathways," said Boyce analytically.

"I agree with Boyce. If we go after them now, probably we can catch up with them," echoed Armand.

Matthew clenched his fists, blue veins popping up on the back of his hands. If it weren't that the rest reason remained kept reminding him not to lose control, he might have already lost his mind, and nor would he be able to plan things for the next steps accurately.

"Armand, stay here with Abbott. Boyce, you come with me."

Armand knew why he had such an arrangement. He would deal with Maria and the fake Dolores. However, he couldn't delay looking for Dolores. Hence, it would be more efficient to deal with both matters at the same time.

Besides, Boyce wasn't so talkative as Armand. Right then, Matthew didn't want to be bothered by other noises.

When they were leaving the flat, the woman who led them here was after them. She wanted to say something but stopped a few times.

Armand cast her a glance. He wrote a check to her. Although they hadn't found Dolores, this woman was quite warm-hearted. He could see that her family condition wasn't good.

The woman didn't know much and wasn't educated. After a hesitation, she asked, "Is this money?"

It was a piece of paper. She wondered if they wanted to deceive her since they could tell that she wasn't educated.

"Take it to a bank and it would be exchanged for cash for you. There are a hundred thousand in total."

One hundred thousand!

The woman kept swallowing. The savings in her family was only eight thousand, less than ten thousand. This was a huge amount of money to her. She could hardly believe that the money came so easy. "Don't you want it?" Armand frowned. It was the first time he wanted to be nice, but the other part doubted his sincerity.

"I want it." The woman immediately took it over, holding it in her hands carefully. She was afraid that it would be broken so it would be useless when she took it to the bank.

Armand got in the car and left. He headed in a different direction from that Matthew was heading. He went to the detention house and dealt with the matter of Maria and Annabelle.

Boyce went to arrange the cars and men that they were going to take. Mathew returned to the villa first.

When his park was parked at the entrance of the villa, he didn't get off immediately. Instead, he sat in the car and looked at the lights in the villa. Occasionally, he could hear Simona's voice, which was soft and sweet. The clear childish voice was a pleasure to the ears.

The tremendous horror was like an invisible web that was closing up bit by bit. It was so tight that he found it hard to breathe.

He was horrified that his unawareness, carelessness, and mistake had put Dolores in trouble.

She got injured...

He didn't know how to face the two kids.

He had been blaming himself for Dolores's kidnap.

In the broad living room of the villa, the echoes could be heard when one spoke. Simona was extremely restless. She stepped on the stool, trying to climb up to the piano. Her thigh pressed a key, letting out a sound. Samuel frowned and walked over, "Simona, why are you so naughty?"

He didn't think that a girl would look graceful when climbing up and down.

Pouting, Simona pointed out of the window, "I can see the outside when standing here. I want to see if Daddy has come back."

Samuel's face was tightened. Daddy had gone to replace Mommy. He wondered how it went and if Daddy had found her. He was quite worried.

He was worried that something might happen to Mommy.

"Hey, Samuel. Is that Daddy's car?" Simona exclaimed.

Samuel followed his sister's gaze, only to replace the car parked in the yard. He helped his sister down, "Come down. Hurry." Simon blinked, "Why?"

"No reason. If you don't come down, I'll go away. Later when you come down, you'll fall." Samuel's voice sounded anxious. Jessica came over, "Samuel, why are you so anxious?"

"Nothing. I'm afraid that she'll fall. Since you are here, look after her." After finishing his words, Samuel trotted out of the door as fast as possible, rushing over to Matthew's car. He stood in front of the car window and blurted out, "Have you found Mommy?"

There was only silence in the air.

The atmosphere between the two was quite stressful.

"I've been too anxious. If you've found her, she must have come back with you." Samuel tried his best to suppress but after all, he was a kid. He trembled all over and said in a shaking tone, "I miss her now. What should I do?"

Matthew got off and held him tightly. He said in a hoarse tone, "I'm sorry. I didn't protect her well... I miss her, too.”[]