Chapter 882: Chapter 882: The Specific Situation
He was about to switch to another story when, looking down, he discovered that the little woman who had previously refused to rest had quietly closed her eyes, appearing as though she had fallen asleep.
“And so, the prince and princess lived happily ever after…”
He lowered his voice as the person sleeping beside him breathed steadily, showing no sign of awakening.
The person in her dreams seemed to be sleeping restlessly, her brows still furrowed even in sleep, her complexion pale and fragile.
His chest felt as if it had been punched hard, the suffocation was severe.
He slowly lifted his arm, slowing his movements, and bit by bit got up from the bed without waking the person who had finally managed to fall asleep.
“Gigi…” A murmur slipped from her pale lips, and her pale face took on an expression of urgency again.
Baron Lawrence looked down and kissed her lips, leaning close to her ear, he firmly said, “Enna Clark, I have returned, and I will handle everything from now on. Don’t think about it anymore.”
He had said this countless times today, but he had to say it.
Others might not notice, but he saw — Enna Clark was merely putting on a brave front. She was not calm or composed; she was forcing herself not to collapse! For 48 hours, she went without sleep, without food or drink! Her strength had long reached its limit; she had to rest. Otherwise, the next person to fall would really be her!
Perhaps she heard his voice as the restless person in her dreams stirred slightly, and her sleeping face seemed a bit more peaceful.
Baron Lawrence stood by the bed and watched her quietly for a while, as if to imprint her image in his mind. His deep contours gradually hardened, he clenched his fist, turned, and walked out of the hospital room, pulling the door closed behind him—
In a room not far away.
Adam Sinclair and Scott Harris were still waiting for him. Seeing him approach, they greeted him with concern, “Baron, how is it going? Did Enna agree to rest?”
Adam Sinclair and Scott Harris exhaled in relief, “That’s good.”
Especially Adam Sinclair, who had been living on tenterhooks these past days. First, Gigi ran a high fever, then Gigi was kidnapped, and then Enna Clark refused to rest, monitoring the surveillance footage at the intersection day and night without sleep… If Enna Clark were to collapse too, he felt he would mentally break down.
Baron Lawrence didn’t look at them as he sat down, his handsome face as somber as still waters, his eyes sharp with ferocity, “Tell me, what exactly happened that day?”
“I’ll tell it, young Master Sinclair.”
Scott Harris remembered more vividly and was better at describing things than Adam Sinclair. He recounted the entire process without much emotion, calmly detailing every piece of the event.
Adam Sinclair was astounded as he looked at him.
Indeed a person nurtured by the Lawrence Family, just this capability could definitely qualify him to be Baron’s right-hand person.
“So, you pulled up the surveillance footage and spotted a suspicious vehicle leaving the hospital, but when you tried to track it later on, the vehicle had vanished. None of the possible surveillance cameras at the intersections had captured the car?”
“Yes, we went through all the surveillance footage. Enna even used her connections to pull up the cameras on several main roads, but we didn’t see that car anywhere. It’s as if the car disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be found on the cameras.”
“Could the license plate have been changed?”
“Enna also considered that possibility, but the problem is, we tracked all the vehicles of the same model during the same time frame, and none of them was that car.”