Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Chapter 63

No matter how many times I called, Enzo wouldn't pick up the phone. I could only send text messages, but he didn't reply either. I was furious, wanting to smash the phone in my hand, but as I raised the phone, I felt like crying, overwhelmed and exhausted to the point of tears.

In the end, I didn't have the courage to smash the phone like someone in a fit of anger usually does. What was even more frustrating was that I couldn't rush back while Ron was in critical condition. Besides Ron, I had almost no one I could trust to ask for help.

Seeing Ron's pale face made my heart go silent. It was at this moment that I realized how helpless and useless I was. Looking back, Ron had always been the one helping me. I had never done anything on my own.

"Ron, what should I do?" I covered my face, silently crying out of fear and exhaustion.

I had sat by Ron's side for a long time, so long that I lost track of time and only noticed the sunset when I looked out the window.

It was then that I panicked and remembered Rollo. The little guy was still at home with Min, and I hadn't been home all day. Just as the doctor arrived to check on Ron's condition, I hurriedly asked, "How is he? Will he wake up soon?"

The doctor looked surprised and raised an eyebrow, suspiciously asking back, "Why are you still here? I thought you had gone back."

I didn't understand the doctor's meaning, so I asked again, "What do you mean?" This doctor's way of speaking was making me uncomfortable; he often said things that were cryptic, and I wasn't sure what that meant. His approach to patients was sometimes meticulous and other times dismissive.

I felt like this doctor was being manipulated by someone as if he were a puppet performing in front of me.

"I'm asking you. What do you mean by that?" I reiterated, finding it strange that the patient's friend staying with the patient was so unusual to this doctor.

The doctor quickly brushed it off and walked forward to examine Ron's condition. "The patient's condition has improved. His breathing isn't as weak as it was in the morning. But he still can't wake up immediately. You can visit the patient tomorrow. After all, you have children."

The doctor in front of me knew about my child because he had overheard my conversation with Enzo earlier in the morning. Hearing the doctor's words, I felt slightly reassured, but I still couldn't leave Ron's side.

Yet, all day today, I couldn't contact Enzo. I had also tried reaching out to Taylor, but she didn't respond either.

I hurried home, but the door was locked. I couldn't remember if I had locked it. I had been so panicked when leaving that I had forgotten to lock the door. And if Enzo was here, why would he lock the door?

Thinking of that, my whole body trembled uncontrollably. Even entering the passcode for the door, my hand was shaking, pressing the buttons repeatedly.

"Damn it, damn it! Don't tremble anymore, don't tremble anymore, don't tremble anymore..." I clenched my right hand with my left, berating and consoling myself simultaneously. Everything before my eyes felt shattered.

When the door finally opened, I rushed in like a scorched soul, shouting my son's name loudly, "Rollo, Rollo, Rollo, where are you? Come out now. Min, Min... Min, where are you two?"

But the answer was silence, a terrifying silence. The house was cold and still, devoid of any sound or movement. I ran frantically through the rooms but found no one. At this point, I felt like I had fallen into a pit of fire as I collapsed onto the cold floor.

I didn't know when tears had started falling; I no longer had the strength to stand up. Exhausted, I guessed that Enzo might do something to my son, but I had bet, I had bet that Enzo knew Rollo was his son, so he wouldn't harm the child. But... had I already harmed my own son?

As I blamed myself for my foolishness, the sound of a phone ringing pierced the air. At this point, any sound seemed like a tiny sliver of hope to me.

It was an unfamiliar number, one I had never seen before, but I still agreed to answer. I spoke cautiously, fearing that the caller might not be the person I needed.

"Who is this?"

On the other end of the line heard my voice, and there was silence for a long while. The silence made me anxious, unable to control myself from screaming.

"Who? I'm asking who's calling me?"

[I am your husband.] The warm voice of a man resounded, causing a wave of emotions to surge within me as if I were about to break. The caller was Enzo, a voice that might not be familiar to others, but to me, it was so familiar that it terrified me.

I burst into laughter, my emotions overflowing, losing my rationality and the composure I once had. How could I remain calm when Enzo always seized the opportunity to take my child away?

"Enzo... you wretch... do you find it amusing to toy with me like this? Do you enjoy mocking me? What do I need to do to make you leave me alone? Right now, I just want to kill you!" I shouted into the phone, no longer possessing the clarity to consider anything.

But as I was about to continue, a pure and young voice rang out [Mom! Have you come back? When will you be here?]

It was the voice of my son, Rollo, and my hand trembled even more violently. I should have been overjoyed to hear my son, but I was even more afraid, not knowing what Enzo might do to the child this time.

"Rollo, where are you? Are you okay? Did that bastard do anything to hurt you? Don't be scared, Mom will come to get you right away... Don't be scared, Rollo, don't be scared, Mom will come quickly to get you." I repeated constantly, as if fearing my words wouldn't reach him.

[Are you calm now? Come home, I want to talk to you.] Enzo spoke gently, as if nothing had happened, intensifying my fear even more. The gentler he spoke, the more terrifying his actions became.

"Fine... I'll come to where you are. You mustn't harm my child. You absolutely must not harm my child, you have to swear!" I said, at this point, I no longer trusted anything from this nerve-wracking bastard. I had to make him swear.

There was silence on the other end for a moment, and I thought he might be angry at my words, but then he responded [Fine, I swear.] He finished the sentence and hung up before I could say anything else.

Shivering all over, I had to struggle to make my way to the street and hail a taxi. After providing the address, despite having made Enzo swear earlier, words were fleeting, he could swear and then go back on his word. Nothing was certain with a schemer like Enzo.

"Are you okay? Are you drunk? You don't look drunk, but you seem quite off. Do you want to go to the hospital?" The driver glanced at the rearview mirror; he had never seen a passenger look so anxious.

I vigorously shook my head, wanting to say that I was fine, but the fear was too overwhelming for me to speak. Seeing my silence, the driver began to think I might be a wanted criminal.

"If you're a criminal, I'll have to stop the car. I don't want any trouble," he said. Again, I shook my head, as no criminal would dress as neatly as I did. I managed to utter an incomplete sentence, trembling.

"My son... and my daughter... they're... they're with a... a dangerous person... I need to get there quickly... or else... I'm afraid... I'm afraid that... that person might... harm... my child... please... please, don't ask anything else." I clenched the phone tightly in my hand, gazing out the window, trying to compose myself. The city night was breathtakingly beautiful and sparkling.

Yet, perhaps due to my terrible state of mind, the city lights seemed like needles poised to pierce me.

Arriving at the mansion gate, a place I was familiar with but also dreaded, the large gate stood open, and there was a maid I had never met before. She beamed and rushed forward to greet me.

"Madam, welcome back. Please come inside. The master is waiting, he, the young miss, and the young master are all eagerly anticipating your arrival." The maid said, seemingly wanting to assist me, but I immediately avoided her.

It wasn't that I disliked being touched by others; I knew this maid was wearing a façade, just like her master.

"I can go in by myself, please don't touch me." I managed to utter a complete sentence with difficulty.

The maid didn't say anything more, just chuckled lightly and followed behind me. It hadn't been long since I left this mansion, yet it had undergone quite a few changes. Despite the darkness, I still recognized the changes: it felt gloomier and emptier.

However, I pushed those thoughts aside and quickly entered the mansion. The maids quickly stepped forward to welcome me. Among them, there wasn't a single face I recognized; they were all new.

I walked past them quickly, not understanding why Enzo intended to have all the maids greet me.

"Where's Enzo? Where is that wretched person? Quickly call him out for me!" At this point, I no longer cared about my image, I grabbed one of the maids roughly and demanded.

Startled and frightened by my intense reaction, the maid I grabbed was at a loss for words. Before she could answer, the maid who waited at the gate spoke up.

"Madam, please don't be angry. I'll take you to see the master." The maid smiled warmly and extended her hand to guide me. I took a deep breath and followed her.

But what I felt was more fear than discomfort. Even though it was now evening and past dinner time, the place was incredibly quiet. Not even the maids made a sound.