My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 375: No Crying, No Fuss

"What’s the meaning of this?"

"It’s very likely that someone chose this moment to make a move," Dr. Mo patted Harold Chapman’s shoulder. "Expand the search area, check the monitoring and the last known location immediately, you must bring the person back within two hours!"

"Investigate, quickly!"

"Yes."

Half an hour later, Timmy could no longer sleep soundly. The color drained from his small face, tortured by the ordeal. The butler could barely bear to watch Timmy suffer, after all, he’s just a child.

"Dr. Mo, Madam’s side has sent someone to search, why don’t we get Sheryl Lancaster over first, saving the young master is urgent. Her blood can replace that of the young lady as confirmed last time."

"There’s no other way now, have someone bring Sheryl Lancaster over immediately."

"Alright."

"Trouble, a large group of reporters suddenly gathered downstairs at the hospital for some reason," Harold Chapman rushed upstairs. "I don’t know what news these reporters are trying to get. Should I have someone clear them out?"

"No, you can’t show yourself, and your relationship with Duke shouldn’t appear too intimate to outsiders, that’s not good. I’ll have security block those reporters outside. You should go bring Sheryl Lancaster over now, there’s no time to delay."

Harold understood Dr. Mo’s point. "Alright, I’m on it."

Sheryl Lancaster was already prepared to go to the hospital, dressed meticulously. She also received a call from Luna Lancaster, but she couldn’t back down now.

She had to take a gamble.

Outside, a car sped over, and all the bodyguards went up to greet it upon seeing the vehicle.

"Bring Sheryl Lancaster down," Harold lowered the car window.

"Got it."

...

Melody Thorne was held in the basement. She had a dance background, so she retained some body flexibility. She could bite the rope, but the process was particularly slow, and her arms were practically numb.

Her body strength wasn’t going to hold much longer.

"Isn’t it too quiet in there?" came the voice of the guard outside. "Who else is like her, not crying or making a fuss?"

"She probably knows her end won’t be good, so she’s given up struggling," another person sneered.

"Very possible," another person stood up, carrying a glass of water. "I’ll go check on her, so she doesn’t die of thirst or suffocation in there."

"Okay, go ahead, I’m telling you, don’t get any ideas about her. From the tone of that woman, she seems to have an unusual background. Once this job is done, we’ll quit. No need to bring trouble on ourselves."

"Alright, understood."

At that moment, Melody Thorne bit through the rope. Hearing the voices outside, she immediately used both hands to grab the already loose part of the rope.

"Click" the door was pushed open, and the person didn’t even glance at her, directly handed over the cup in his hand, "Drink some water, otherwise you’ll die of thirst, and the two of us won’t be able to explain."

Melody obediently drank a few sips of water.

The person snorted coldly, threw the cup to the ground, then walked out, shutting the door again, as if he didn’t care about her at all.

After all, inside was just a small window, tightly locked. She couldn’t run away.

Melody carefully climbed down using the rope, freed her feet, then grabbed the rope leading out, relying on the agility of her body to climb up towards that window.

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