Both of them were confused by Cierra’s words, not understanding what she was talking about.
What bad aunt?
What taking William away?
When they returned to the ward, everything became clear.
It turned out to be another case of mistaken child identity!
William turned out to be the biological son of Mrs. Dodson, the woman who had just made threats.
It was because the two children got into a fight and bled, prompting Mr. Dodson to accidentally discover that William was his biological son.
Cheyenne didn’t know what to say. From her standpoint, she had no right to stop the couple from taking the child.
But she still wanted to respect the child’s opinion as much as possible.
“This matter is very complicated. We can’t make any decisions for William. So, how about you go back with me and we ask him for his opinion first?”
If he wanted to go back with his biological parents, she could only wish him well in finding them.
If he didn’t want to, she would take William back to the Foster family in Akloit.
But Cierra’s thought was for William to stay with them so he could play with her all the time.
However, as Cheyenne realized, William needed his father and mother; his parents would also miss him.
“I’ll listen to mom.”
“Good girl, then let’s go.”
When the three of them returned to the ward, William was nowhere to be seen.
“Where did William go? He was here just now.”
Cheyenne guessed that the child might have gone to look for them since they hadn’t returned.
“Dad, take Cierra to the hospital front desk to check the surveillance. William wouldn’t wander off. I’ll look around nearby.”
“Okay.”
The father and daughter split up.
Since Cheyenne was looking for someone, she naturally didn’t take the elevator but walked along the corridor to the stairwell.
Seeing an open office door, she walked in instinctively.
“Is anyone here?”
It was an endoscopy room, empty inside, the hospital bed neatly arranged.
The screen still displayed the blurry and disgusting image of the previous endoscopy.
She called out several times, receiving no response, so Cheyenne had to leave.
Just as she was about to close the door, a tall man wearing a black jacket and a matching duckbill cap walked past her, carrying a little boy on his back.
It was William!
“Stop, put the child down!”
She shouted loudly and hurriedly ran up to stop the man.
The man looked fierce, clearly not a good person.
William’s mouth was tightly covered by the man’s hand, unable to speak clearly, only pleading with his eyes towards Cheyenne.
He was clearly asking for help.
The man didn’t know her, thinking she was just a passerby and not paying attention to Cheyenne.
Holding a knife in his hand, he menacingly said, “Bitch, I advise you not to meddle, or I won’t show mercy to you!”
Cheyenne, with a cool and delicate face, looked at him, a disdainful smile playing at the corner of her red lips.
“Oh really? How?”
“Before you show no mercy to me, you should be cautious as I might show no mercy to you first.”
Before she finished speaking, Cheyenne suddenly raised her leg and kicked hard on his wrist.
“Bang -”
The knife previously aimed at her now ironically pointed at the man, and Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, full of anger.
“Let me remind you that your earlier words offended me. If you don’t want to get hurt, put the child down and apologize to me!”
The man, underestimating her, didn’t expect this young girl to subdue him in one move.
He found himself making excuses internally for his own negligence.
“Bitch, don’t blame me for treating you rudely. I only took pity on your looks and had some thoughts.”
“If you’re looking for trouble, don’t blame me.”
He decided to first put down William, and then turn back to deal with Cheyenne.
But the woman was one step ahead, making a swift and precise slash at his arm.
The man was terrified.
He had never seen such a delicate woman who could act so ruthlessly.
The sleeve tore, a cut across his arm, blood flowing on the floor.
The man’s screams attracted passing patients, who stared at the scene in shock, and then someone promptly dialed 911.
If the police arrived, he wouldn’t be able to escape. At that moment, the man couldn’t care less about his arm and hastily left, covering his wound.
Thinking quickly, Cheyenne shouted, “Stop him, everyone. He’s a child trafficker.”
With William still tied up, this further confirmed Cheyenne’s statement.
Child traffickers were the most despicable, and soon some helpful young people in the crowd stepped forward to help detain the man.
“Let me go, this woman is framing me. I didn’t kidnap the child!”
The now freed William, still pale-faced, stood beside Cheyenne, tightly clinging to her skirt.
With a firm and courageous voice, he said, “He is. He lied to me, claiming he saw my sister and then tied me up, saying he would kill me.”
“A kidney can be sold for 300, 000… Aunt Cheyenne, I’m scared.”
When Cheyenne heard that the man wanted to cut the child’s waist, she regretted not stabbing him more earlier.
“Wretched! This kind of person must be sent to the police station!”
“Yes, kidnapping children is unforgivable. Let’s call the police.”
Afraid the man might escape, she bent over and picked up a nylon cable tie from the trash can.
She tied the man’s hands behind his back.
“Click -”
The force was so great that the sound of bones misaligning could be heard from a distance, and Cheyenne smiled a mocking smile.
With another forceful pull, the cable tie tightened, cutting into the skin, leaving a circle of bloodstains.
As a doctor, she had full confidence in such actions, classifying this injury as a superficial wound.
But the pain of the nylon tie cutting into the wrist was discomforting, serving him right.
“Do you now realize where you offended me?”
The woman asked with a smiling face, showing no trace of anger.
However, she deliberately placed the heel of her high-heeled shoe precisely on the man’s hand with a strong press.
“Ah, it hurts. I’m sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me.”
The woman snapped her fingers, then delicately moved her noble foot away.
“You have insulted me twice as a bitch. Do you remember that?”
What?
All this brutality just because of that phrase? He realized he couldn’t move and could only nod obediently.
“I… I remember!”
“If you kneel on the ground and shout ‘I am a bastard’ twice, I will forgive you.”