She trailed off, her head bowed, not daring to continue.
“Even what?”
“She… she pushed Lily to the ground. Lily twisted her ankle and has been taken to the hospital. By the time we got there, Mrs. Rosenberg had already gotten into another man’s car,” the maid whispered.
Lionel’s jaw twitched, his breathing growing heavy. “Which man? Was it Yves?”
The maid shook her head. “We… we couldn’t see clearly. We could only tell it was a man.”
Lionel’s muscles tensed, a vein throbbing in his temple. He clenched his fists and slammed one against the wall with a sickening thud.
The image of Yves and Hannah laughing together yesterday flashed through his mind, along with the way Yves had fiercely protected her.
A tidal wave of rage crashed over him, drowning his reason.
His eyes bloodshot, he turned to leave just as his phone rang.
Lionel’s pupils constricted. He pulled out his phone, and seeing the caller ID, any glimmer of hope he had vanished.
“Mom, what is it?”
Mrs. Mary Rosenberg heard the irritation in her son’s voice. “I heard Hannah was kidnapped in front of the estate?”
“Yes.”
“Have you found out who did it?”
“It’s still under investigation.” Lionel clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. As soon as he confirmed Hannah had really been kidnapped, he had ordered an investigation.
He couldn't figure out who would have the audacity to kidnap Hannah right at the Rosenberg estate.
Their secret marriage was only known to a few close family friends.
Could it be…



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