Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 137: President Fitzwilliam’s Daughter Is Missing

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: President Fitzwilliam’s Daughter Is Missing

Elara’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, "Wha...what’s wrong?"

Zion looked at her, an impulse in his chest almost impossible to suppress. This time he was going to the Netherlands; at the earliest, it would take him four days to return. If there were any complications, it might take even longer. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He had thought about her for over a decade, and finally managed to return to her side. Forget four days; he didn’t even want half a day apart.

He couldn’t bear to be without her. Just thinking of her smile would warm his long-cold heart. He wanted to lay everything bare, to never be separated wherever he went.

But after revealing everything... she would probably leave impatiently, wouldn’t she...

She wasn’t a girl who desired wealth, nor was she particularly interested in looks; the two major cards he had, couldn’t hold onto her. It might even be because of his concealment and his identity that she would avoid him even more.

Not to mention he’s deceived her for so long. Once revealed, she probably wouldn’t forgive him.

Zion took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of impulse in his heart, and smiled slightly, "It’s nothing, there’s... a hair on you."

As he spoke, he pointed to his own shoulder and then leaned down to help her remove the nonexistent hair from her shoulder.

Elara’s heart was pounding like a drum. The moment he approached, her palms sweat with tension. The crisp scent of the man lingered under her nose. She lowered her head with complex emotions to hide those unusual feelings.

She didn’t want to lose Zion as a friend, nor did she want to leave a disgusting impression in his heart.

Therefore, she absolutely couldn’t let him notice.

"I’m leaving for a few days." Zion stood back up, looked down at her, and said softly, "I have some things to do, need to go to the Netherlands, will return in four days at the earliest."

Elara’s anxiety immediately vanished. She looked at him in surprise and asked, "Is it work-related? Is it a business trip? Has your insurance started selling overseas?"

Zion couldn’t help but smile at her last comment, took a moment before saying, "It’s not work-related."

But he didn’t explain further.

If he told the truth, all his efforts to hide everything would be in vain, but he also didn’t want to deceive her.

Elara didn’t understand the earnest intentions behind his lack of explanation, but she understood a bit. His family was ordinary folk from Northgarde, going to the Netherlands couldn’t be about family matters and it wasn’t about work, so it must be personal, right?

Is it related to Attorney White? Maybe he’s going to the Netherlands to pursue a wife... or a husband?

Elara couldn’t control her wild thoughts or the sour feeling in her heart. She was beginning to dislike herself for being this petty.

Zion, seeing her downcast mood, thought she couldn’t bear to part with him either. He couldn’t help but comfortingly pat her head, "I will come back as soon as possible. I’ve arranged a caregiver for you. If you need anything, just call this number."

He handed her a note with Assistant Harris’ number on it, explaining, "This is a good friend of mine, don’t worry about troubling him."

Elara took it and casually put it aside, "Okay."

Although he said it was a good friend, she still felt, since there’s a barrier, unless necessary, she shouldn’t trouble him.

Zion needed to catch a 3 PM flight, and without further delay, just before leaving, he glanced at Elara, inexplicably hoping she’d say something.

But Elara just smiled with crescent-shaped eyes and waved, "Safe travels, wishing you all the best."

If his relationship with Attorney White stabilizes, she might finally give up.

Zion felt a bit of disappointment, but he was already used to these feelings. Isn’t it just enduring? He didn’t believe anyone could outlast him.

Zion left soon afterward.

Elara was preoccupied with picking up Joanne in the evening. With her injuries, it was inconvenient for her father to help. She planned to call a runner to fetch Joanne.

Since the special care ward had two beds, and the bathroom and shower were private, other than being a bit uncomfortable for homework, everything else was fine.

With Zion gone, Joanne would have to make do for a few days; thankfully, it was only four days.

She asked the nurse for toiletries and a footbath, estimated Joanne’s school dismissal time, ordered takeout in advance, and had everything meticulously prepared. But unexpectedly, half an hour after school ended, the runner called.

"Hello Miss Hale, I’ve been waiting at the school gate for half an hour, but I can’t find the student Joanne you mentioned."

Elara was stunned and quickly verified the school name and location with him, there was no mistake.

"That’s impossible, I informed her class teacher. Hang on, let me contact the teacher again."

Elara hung up and called Joanne’s class teacher. The teacher was shocked hearing her concern, "I personally escorted the children after school today. I specifically told Joanne about the runner picking her up. She saw the runner, said goodbye to me, and went over, how could she not be picked up?"

Elara’s heart sank, "Did you confirm if that runner was the one I hired?"

The class teacher felt guilty, "There were too many children. Joanne was quick; I didn’t go to confirm, but I told her to check with the runner. I saw her talking to the runner before waving to me and leaving with them."

Elara’s heart plummeted. Joanne had been taken away!

Who took Joanne? Was it Mason? Or Rosalind?

Mason was just driven away by her this morning. If it was out of spite or to hold her hostage, it was possible... As for Rosalind, after their unpleasant fallout last time, she held a grudge and could pull such a stunt.

Anxious and flustered, Elara asked the teacher, "Could you please help check the school gate’s surveillance? I want to see who took Joanne."

The teacher readily agreed, "Sure, I’ll go to the security room right away."

Elara pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, but decided to inform her, "I’m sorry, but with this situation, I have to call the police."

She knew this might affect the school’s reputation and the teacher’s career. Since Joanne was transferred here, the teacher had been very kind to her.

But with Joanne missing, she couldn’t worry about others; she had to find the child quickly.

Informing the teacher first was the least she could do.

Hearing this, the teacher paused but didn’t stop her, sincerely saying, "Parent of Joanne, don’t feel pressured. This situation is due to my lack of diligence, reporting to the police is the right thing to do."

Elara breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

After hanging up, she called 110 to report the incident. The operator promised to dispatch officers immediately, and knowing her current physical condition, even offered to have them meet the class teacher, for her peace of mind.

Elara found it hard to stay calm. She had done everything she could, yet still felt anxious. She hesitated a moment before asking the nurse, "Could you help me prepare an electric wheelchair? I need to go out."

The nurse, already briefed by superiors on Elara’s condition, was taken aback by her request and asked, "Why? Your injuries haven’t healed; you shouldn’t be leaving the hospital."

Elara shook her head and explained anxiously, "My child is missing, I want to take a look at the scene."

The nurse hesitated, "Then please wait a moment, I’ll go ask our director."

Saying she’d ask the director, in reality, she stepped out and called Assistant Harris, "Hello, I’m the nurse in Miss Hale’s room. You mentioned earlier to report any abnormalities immediately. Well, Miss Hale wants to be discharged; she said her child is missing."

On the other end, Assistant Harris’s hand shook upon hearing this, almost dropping the phone, "Her child is missing?"

Is it Joanne? President Fitzwilliam’s adopted daughter?

Oh my God.

President Fitzwilliam instructed him to pick up and drop off Joanne at school every day, but he got busy and completely forgot!

Because he forgot to pick her up, she’s gone! When President Fitzwilliam finds out, he’ll probably wring his neck!

And such a major incident happened, yet he was the last to know!

His miserable life matters too...

"Go ahead as she requested, arrange an electric wheelchair for her," Assistant Harris replied, "Have two bodyguards follow her at a distance."

The nurse quickly responded, "Okay."

After hanging up, Assistant Harris began to mobilize people at the fastest speed, "Gus, President Fitzwilliam’s daughter is missing; she disappeared at the school entrance. Quickly investigate the courier who took her."

"Old Zhang, once Gus confirms the courier’s identity, start monitoring and locating immediately."

"Begging you, buddy, I have to request weapons; I’m afraid of a fierce confrontation. If something happens to President Fitzwilliam’s daughter, I might as well cease living. No kidding!"

The incident of Zoe Chase being kidnapped and killed still vividly fresh in his mind—identity of the kidnapper still unconfirmed. He could never forget how shocked he was seeing the mother-daughter corpses at the scene.

If Joanne were to encounter such a thing...

He dared not think further.

After making a round of calls, cold sweat covered his forehead; he hurriedly grabbed the car keys and rushed out while praying to find her as he frantically hit the gas.

Just reaching the primary school entrance, he received a call from Gus, "Strange, the courier is just a regular one. After picking up Joanne, he didn’t take her away but instead dropped her off at a nearby KFC. Joanne is currently doing her homework there."

Assistant Harris was somewhat surprised, "Are you sure it’s her? Not mistaken, right?"

Gus replied, "Certainly, several of us brothers are right in front of the KFC. We wouldn’t fail to recognize President Fitzwilliam’s daughter, right? The way you sounded earlier, like the sky was collapsing—see, nothing much happened, found her without breaking a sweat."

Assistant Harris glanced at the photo Gus sent; it was indeed Joanne!

He exhaled a deep sigh of relief, "Alright, you guys continue keeping watch. Send two people to find that courier and ask what the situation is. I’ll head over now."

Meanwhile, Elara arrived at the school; police and the homeroom teacher were reviewing surveillance footage. A policeman pointed at a figure on the screen, "This person took Joanne—We’ve already sealed several exits. Next, just check them one by one. In such a short time, the suspect couldn’t possibly have taken her out of Northgarde."

Elara was very grateful, "Thank you so much, officers."

The officer said, "Don’t mention it; it’s our duty."

Elara, anxious, drove her wheelchair out. The homeroom teacher worriedly asked her, "Joanne’s guardian, where are you going? Your injuries seem quite severe, wouldn’t it be better to wait in the office for news?"

Elara shook her head, "I’m uneasy, going to check places Joanne often goes."

The homeroom teacher wished to accompany her, but Elara refused, "Please stay here; if she returns, please call me."

The homeroom teacher had no choice but to agree, "Then please be careful."

Elara weakly smiled, "I know."

She maneuvered her wheelchair out. Not long after, her phone rang—it was an unfamiliar number.

Elara’s heart tightened; for some reason, she felt this call was related to Joanne’s disappearance. Her fingers trembled as she answered.

"...Hello."

"Elara, it’s me," said a somewhat familiar woman’s voice over the phone, "Joanne is with me. I won’t harm her. Just meet me once; I promise I won’t do anything to you two."

Elara couldn’t instantly recall whose voice it was and asked, "Who are you? What do you want with Joanne?"

"Oh, forgotten who I am?" The woman seemed to sneer slightly, "Busy people like you easily forget things, huh? How big your heart is, but that’s okay. Once you come, you’ll know who I am. Rest assured, I only took Joanne to meet you; you’re surrounded too tightly, normal methods don’t allow me to see you."

Elara found it odd—she was surrounded too tightly? She wasn’t surrounded by anyone.

What did the woman mean by her words?

But these thoughts just flashed by quickly; Elara had no mind to delve into them as Joanne’s safety was paramount.

"Where are we meeting?" Elara asked.

"At a coffee shop on the commercial street near the school," the other party said and then hung up.

Elara initially wanted to ask about Joanne’s whereabouts, but seeing this, she could only set aside the matter and drive her wheelchair to the coffee shop.

It was close by; she arrived in five minutes.

Standing at the coffee shop entrance, she saw the woman and momentarily couldn’t believe it, "Is it you?"

It was Haylie Sommers.

She had no entanglements with Haylie; at most, Haylie was unfriendly due to Rosalind’s relations, but it wouldn’t lead to confronting her in such a manner, right?

"Are you surprised?" Haylie looked at her, an ominous expression, "I thought you’d know why I wanted to find you."

"I believe I haven’t offended you," Elara drove the wheelchair up to her, asking, "Where’s Joanne? Where did you take her?"

Haylie said, "Why rush, let’s go inside first."

Elara didn’t move, frowned, and stared at her, "I’ve already informed the police; you’d better release her quickly. I haven’t told them you are the one who took Joanne; once I do, you won’t escape."