Helena buried herself in Otis’s arms without saying a word.
Otis sighed softly and could only hold her tightly. After informing Arthur of the situation, he advised Helena to go back to her room to rest. However, Helena refused to leave with him in his arms, so the two of them really sat on the sofa until dawn.
Early in the morning, when Esmae came down the stairs, she saw Otis and Helena snuggled up on the sofa. Helena’s head was resting on Otis’s shoulder. Her face looked calm, and Otis’s cheek was resting on Helena’s head. Even with his eyes closed, he was still handsome. At first glance, if it were not for the deep enmity between them, the two could be described as a perfect match.
Realizing that she had unwittingly applied the beautiful word to the son of her enemy, Esmae frowned and hurried down the stairs to separate them.
“Let them rest a little longer.” Chris’ voice rang out behind Esmae, who reluctantly looked back at him and hesitated.
“Otis looks tired.” Chris looked at Otis snuggling up in the living room.
Esmae scoffed at her husband’s suggestion, still thinking that Otis wasn’t running around for Lucia, but for his relationship with Helena.
“Don’t you feel better about your life watching them like this?” Ignoring the contempt in his wife’s brow, Chris asked.
“What are you trying to say?” All night silent, Esmae now disliked Chris’ mealy-mouthed way of speaking even more.
“If you are willing to take a step back, you can make a lot of people happy.” Chris looked at his wife.
“But if I take a step back, I’ll step on the bones of my parents!” Esmae said stiffly, unwavering and blaming her husband’s incomprehension.
“You always ask me to let go of my hatred, but it wasn’t you who saw your parents die from overwork! It was me!”
By the end, Esmae’s voice had gotten out of control, waking Otis and Helena, who had been sleeping with their eyes closed since the early morning hours.
“Hmm? Is it morning yet?” Helena asked, rubbing her eyes.
But Otis sobered up instantly, and didn’t forget where he was for a moment.
Looking up at Otis’s perfect chin line, Helena didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss his stubble chin.
“Good morning, Otis.”
However, Otis did not respond. He kept looking at her sideways. Helena slowly returned to her senses and followed his gaze. In the next second, she saw her mother’s livid face and her father’s faint smile.
“Dad, Mom…” Helena was almost afraid to look at her mother.
“Helena Brown! Don’t you have your own room?!” said Esmae angrily as she walked the stairs into the living room.
Helena stood up, with her head down, and said nothing.
Esmae glared at her angrily.
At this time, Chris walked into the living room, too. His attitude was very different from Esmae’s. He gently said to Helena,
“Helena, go wash up and come down for breakfast.”
Helena looked at her father gratefully, then glanced sideways at Otis before rushing upstairs.
Chris said to Otis,
“Davies, I know you’re upset, but you still have to wash up in the morning. The guest room is on the third floor. Everything is ready inside. We’ll have breakfast after you’ve washed up.”
“Thank you, Mr. Brown,” Otis said politely as he made his way upstairs, even though he knew Esmae was staring at him.
Chris admired Otis’s politeness and sighed when he saw that his wife was still angry.
“Esmae, the most important thing we need to do right now is to get Lucia and the baby back. Can we talk about the rest later?”
She was so tense. How to join forces to find people?
Esmae’s eyebrows twitched, and she turned and headed for the dining room. Chris sighed again, helpless.
It was late at night at home, and Spencer was tossing and turning. He knew that Esmae wouldn’t listen to him, and that she might be planning on coming home and ordering him to hand over Lucia. He thought it over and decided to let Lucia deal with Esmae on her own.
In the early hours of the morning, there was a rude knock on Lucia’s door. Lucia bounced out of bed and rushed to open the door, afraid of disturbing her daughter.
Spencer’s man was standing outside with a cell phone in his hand. When he saw what Lucia looked like, his eyes changed.
At this moment, Lucia was only in her pajamas. Her curly hair cascaded down her waist like a waterfall. Her starry eyes that had just opened were still misty, and her face was flushed. Her red lips were even more charming, looking absolutely gorgeous.
Sensing his gaze, Lucia frowned and asked coldly, “What do you want?!”
The man responded with an unnatural cough and handed the phone to Lucia. He glanced up and said,
“Mr. Davies calls you.”
“No.” Lucia refused without hesitation.
The phone had already been connected, and Spencer could hear Lucia’s answer. His voice came like a fly, but it was clear enough in the quiet night.
“Lucia, for the sake of you and your child, you’d better listen to me.”
Lucia’s eyes darkened. She stared at the phone for about ten seconds before reaching for it.
“Go away,” said Lucia, glaring at the man.
Spencer’s man remained motionless, saying, “I’m sorry, but he told me not to leave.”
Spencer would not let Lucia contact the outside world. Lucia’s heart sank. She could only listen to Spencer’s phone in front of this man.
The conversation lasted for nearly half an hour. Spencer was the one who was talking. Lucia frowned as she listened. When she returned the phone to the man, her expression became complicated.
“Ms. Webb, please have a good rest.” The man took back his phone and closed the door in front of Lucia. After that, there was the sound of a key being turned, and the room was locked again.
Lucia stared blankly at the dark door for a long time. When she felt the chill on her body, she slowly turned around and shuffled like a lifeless puppet to the side of the small bed where her daughter was sleeping.
Kneeling beside the bed, Lucia leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at her daughter’s tiny face. Tears glistened down her eyes. One, two, three drops, and then they fell in a string.