Chapter 1008



“I’m sorry. I was wrong again. He still doesn’t believe our mom.”

“It’s okay, Sophie,” Calvin reassured her.

“You’ve done everything you could. No one can figure out what’s going on in their heads. Do you think our mom will be okay?”

Sophie nodded.

“No worries. He’ll have someone keeping an eye on our mom. Besides, doesn’t our mom’s phone have a tracker? We can use that to track her down if we need to.” Calvin nodded in agreement.

Elma sniffled and hugged Sophie tightly.

“Sophie, our mom doesn’t want me anymore!”

Sophie patted Elma’s head gently.

“Our mom would never abandon you,” she soothed.

“She just can’t remember us right now.”

Elma’s tears flowed freely, but she eventually managed to calm down.

“Will our mom remember us one day?” she asked, her voice small and filled with worry.

Sophie wanted to be honest and say she didn’t know, but seeing Elma’s tear-filled eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say so.

“She will. She’ll definitely remember us one day.”

Reassured by Sophie’s words, Elma finally stopped crying.

Back in his study, Jake poured himself a stiff drink and took a long gulp. But he still couldn’t shake the image of Kallie from his thoughts. The scene of Kallie, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, looking so vulnerable and delicate, replayed in his mind. He hadn’t seen that look on her face since their first divorce.

A strange unease settled over Jake, and he couldn’t seem to shake it off. Driven by a sudden urge, he called the bodyguard he had assigned to follow Kallie.

“What’s she doing?”

“Doing?” he asked, his voice tight with worry.

“Has she gone back to the Nixon family’s estate?”

Jake’s temples pounded, and he could feel the veins in his forehead pulsing. He massaged his temples, trying to ease the tension.

“No, sir,” the bodyguard replied.

“She hasn’t gone back to the Nixon family’s estate. She seems lost, just wandering the streets aimlessly.”

Jake’s frown deepened.

“Why isn’t Kallie coming back to the Nixon family estate?” he asked, his voice edged with suspicion.

“Is she going to meet someone?”

The bodyguard hesitated.

“I’m not sure, sir. She hasn’t met with anyone since leaving the Reeves family estate. I have no idea where she’s going.”

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