Chapter 330



“What are you doing here?” Kallie asked, surprised. This was the Nixon family’s private hospital. How did he sneak into the hospital and this room without anyone noticing?

The man stayed quiet and took off his mask.

Kallie’s eyes widened. It was none other than Jake! Before Kallie could speak, Sophie in her arms started to wiggle.

Sophie reached out for Jake, took his hand, and said, “Daddy!” Jake took Sophie’s hand and walked away, leaving Kallie stunned.

Kallie tried to leap out of bed to follow Jake, but her limbs were inexplicably heavy. No matter how hard she pushed herself, she remained immobile. All she could do was watch as Jake moved further away with Sophie.

Sophie glanced back at Kallie occasionally, but each time, Jake tugged Sophie forward.

“No!” Kallie jolted awake from her nightmare.

Outside, a drizzle persisted, the air fresh and the temperature mild. Yet, Kallie was drenched in sweat, the terror of her dream clinging to her. She massaged her temples, attempting to soothe her nerves.

Kallie’s thoughts drifted to Sophie, who should have been sleeping beside her. The commotion should have disturbed Sophie. Perhaps Sophie was too deep in slumber to have awakened.

Turning around, Kallie realized Sophie was nowhere in sight. Sophie was gone.

In a surge of panic, Kallie called out for Sophie.

Silence was the only reply.

The remnants of her nightmare intensified her fear. Kallie stepped out of bed, her feet bare, and began searching.

Kallie was in the hospital’s VIP ward, designed like a modest apartment. She scoured each room but found no trace of Sophie.

Kallie paused to check the door, still closed but unlocked. A realization hit her hard. Someone had taken Sophie away. Could it be that it was really Jake who took Sophie away, just like her dream suggested? No, that couldn’t be right.

“Sophie!” In a frenzy, Kallie bolted from the ward and scanned the hospital corridor.

Bystanders gave Kallie curious glances, but she ignored them.

Kallie’s inquiries about Sophie led nowhere. Determined, she decided to ask the dean for the surveillance footage. Just then, the echo of orderly footsteps approached from behind. A voice commanded, “Don’t just stand there. Go catch her.”

Within moments, hands seized Kallie, restraining her movements.

They dragged Kallie to Jennifer, who stood, arms crossed, eyeing Kallie with a frosty gaze.

Kallie had no time for this; her voice icy with contempt, she snapped, “I don’t care about your schemes. If you don’t want to infuriate me, let me go now! Sophie is missing, and I need to find her. Release me at once!”

Jennifer seemed to have heard something amusing. “Kallie, this isn’t the time for pretenses. Bria’s surgery was unsuccessful. Are you happy now?”

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