Chapter 387

The car discreetly navigated around half of the mountain, and the girl, holding the umbrella, got out and entered an old two-story mansion.

Madam Rodriguez was placed on a bed by Peter, unconscious with darkened lips. Two doctors stood beside her, drawing blood for tests.

"For now, we can't let her die. The miss wants to understand this old woman's physical condition," Claire said, walking over and giving discreet instructions.

The doctors nodded.

The girl covered her nose with a handkerchief and stood by the window from afar. Soon, one of the doctors walked over with preliminary blood test results and looked somewhat surprised. "Miss, Madam Rodriguez's blood type is Rh negative, and it turns out to be the same as yours."

Claire froze at the unexpected result meanwhile the girl moved her handkerchief, revealing her pale features. Soon, her lips curved slightly, and something flickered in her eyes,

She narrowed her eyes, touching the veins on her wrist with a contented smile. "How fortunate, Rh negative blood."

Claire seemed to see a glimmer of something in the girl's eyes.

The girl then turned around slowly and asked the two doctors who had been standing nearby, "Have you found out what's wrong with her body?"

The doctors proceeded to explain about Madam Rodriguez's ailments one after another.

The girl stared at the blood type test form, then shifted her gaze to the old woman, her voice dropping slightly. "Unfortunately, there's no fatal illness. Doctor, give her a spinal injection."

Upon hearing her words, it caused a shiver to run down the doctor's spine. However, being familiar with the girl's personality, Claire's expression remained unchanged.

The doctors went to do their work.

The girl opened her transparent umbrella again and gently instructed Peter, "Avoid Darcy and make sure to take the old lady back to her original place as soon as possible. Make sure Mr. Rodriguez finds his mother."

The girl disappeared quickly as if she had never been there in the first place, leaving no trace behind.

Darcy hurried to the old gloomy house that was located halfway up the mountain. No one was inside; Oscar was missing, and Madam Rodriguez was nowhere to be found.

Max, after treating his wounds, followed Darcy from behind as he explained, "It caught us off guard, Darcy. A group of people suddenly appeared, all of them skilled. They seemed like bodyguards hired by a prominent family. They have heavily injured us.

"After they dragged me downhill, I vaguely heard the sound of a car and a child crying. When I ran over, the all-black car had already driven away. I'm certain that child's voice was the one we had kidnapped earlier."

Darcy's face turned pale with shock, wondering if Oscar had been intercepted halfway and if Lawrence's people were the ones who arrived. But she had secretly contacted her mother earlier, and her mother said that Lawrence was still at the Island Electronics hospital, checking the surveillance and mobilizing the police.

After talking to her mother, Darcy was then convinced that it wasn't Lawrence who came to the rescue. The identities of the mysterious group of people that attacked her henchmen remained uncertain.

Darcy looked at the empty old house and a sense of panic crept over her. She slowly understood that she and the kidnapping of Madam Rodriguez and Oscar had been secretly targeted.

That person was observing her, waiting for someone to rescue her, and then halfway through, they made another move and made Oscar disappear.

She cursed inwardly; she felt that someone was looming over her every move, like a predator stalking its prey, ready to strike.

She didn't know who it was, but clearly, she was being used and framed because she hadn't intended to kill Oscar in the first place as the kidnapping was a desperate move.

She only wanted to silence Madam Rodriguez, destroy the evidence against her. Regardless, she needed to prevent Lawrence from getting his hands on any evidence against her.

As for Oscar, Darcy intended to use him as a bargaining chip in the final confrontation with Lawrence. It was her chance. However, now, Oscar was lost in her hands. Even Madam Rodriguez-she didn't know where she was.

Darcy was extremely worried and turned around in a panic, shouting at Max, "Keep searching! Search the whole mountain; find Oscar and Madam Rodriguez!"

At this moment, Mrs. Ordelia called her daughter, filled with worry. "Darcy, no matter what happens, you have to come back. I found out Lawrence has obtained the hospital's surveillance footage. He's mobilized, and the police will soon be coming to our house to see if you're here."

Darcy clenched her teeth tightly, her face pale. She had no choice but to leave the empty old house, unable to stay a moment longer at the scene of the crime.

She hadn't been gone for long when she received another call from Max when she was on her way back in the car. "Darcy, when we went to the mountains to search for people, Madam Rodriguez inexplicably returned. She's now in the basement of the dilapidated house, appearing out of nowhere."

Darcy's mind went blank. "Haven't they killed Madam Rodriguez?"

"No, she's intact but currently unconscious," Max said in a peculiar tone.

Darcy's mind exploded. She found her voice through sheer force and said, "I'm heading back. Madam Rodriguez must keep quiet. What about the child?"

"The child hasn't returned." Max sounded panic-stricken on the other end. "It's not good, Darcy. We don't have time. There's a helicopter in the air, roaming the place as we speak. I assume that Lawrence has probably found this area."

Darcy tightly closed her eyes, biting her lip until it bled.

The car screeched to a halt on the highway, leaving her in a dilemma. If she left Madam Rodriguez alive, it was a dead end for her. But if she turned back now, she would run right into Lawrence.

It was all because of that person behind the scenes who had delayed her actions, making it too late for everything. The intention behind that person kidnapping Madam Rodriguez but not taking her life remained a mystery.

Darcy's heart churned with pain. "Max, retreat quickly. Leave some unrelated people there and swiftly deal with Madam Rodriguez!"

Just after hanging up, Darcy, with a pale face, received an anonymous text message: "There's no time for murder. But you still have a chance."

That person seemed to be hiding in the dark, seeing through her thoughts.

A chill ran down Darcy's spine, and she quickly typed: "Who are you? What have you done to Oscar?"

There was no reply.

In the inconspicuous car, Claire watched as the young girl slowly put away her phone and handed it over. Briefly glancing at the content of the message, Claire curled her lips and threw the phone out of the car.

She understood that the girl wanted Darcy to become the scapegoat. When the miss and Winnie had fought so hard, the miss would present herself in front of Lawrence in the best possible light.

The helicopter hovered in the rain, its sharp blades cutting through branches, and it halted to a stop in the forest.

Lawrence, dressed in a thin windbreaker, stepped out of the helicopter with long strides. He turned around, reaching out to carry down Winnie.

Both of them stared at the ancient, dilapidated house in front of them, shrouded in darkness.

"The police traced the kidnapped vehicle to here, so there can't be any mistake. Let's charge forward!" Lawrence turned and shouted at Jeremy.

Jeremy signaled for a large number of police forces to surround the area and move in.

Lawrence took a deep breath and decisively held Winnie's hand, striding together toward the dilapidated house with firm steps. His big hand tightly clasped hers as he reassured, "They will be fine."

Winnie was drenched by the rain, unable to open her eyes and struggling to breathe. Her heart pounded in her throat. She repeatedly prayed for Oscar and Madam Rodriguez's safety.

As they approached the entrance of the house, the sounds of shouting and scuffling between the police and those individuals in the darkness erupted.

Lawrence's hand automatically reached down to touch the gun at his waist. He quickly led Winnie into the house.

"Oscar!" Winnie anxiously called out.

Lawrence surveyed the surroundings. The abandoned house was large, with many rooms on the upper and lower levels.

His sharp gaze suddenly fell upon the slightly ajar basement door.

"Mother?" Lawrence murmured, reaching out to pull Winnie. "Maybe they are down there."

Winnie also saw the flickering light in the basement and quickly followed him inside.

Once downstairs, they saw Madam Rodriguez buried under debris.

"Madam Rodriguez is here, Lawrence!" Winnie yelled. As she surveyed the complex layout of the basement, she realized there was no sign of Oscar anywhere. Panic surged through her, her heart racing uncontrollably.

"Mother is unconscious, her lips are turning purple, and her breath is weak, Winnie!" Lawrence, who had already rushed over, shouted.

Winnie immediately took out her medical kit and the first aid box she had brough. While crossing over the clutter, she couldn't help but express her unease, "Lawrence, I didn't see Oscar anywhere."

Lawrence furrowed his brows, momentarily stunned. He looked around. "That's impossible. He was kidnapped along with my mother, he must be in this house. Don't worry, I'll have Jeremy send people to search. Maybe he is tied up upstairs."

Winnie saw Lawrence making a phone call instructing Jeremy to search for Oscar upstairs. Only then did she finally catch her breath, her mind filled with worry about her son's well-being.

However, she couldn't wait any longer for Madam Rodriguez. Without hesitation, she ran over and grabbed Madam Rodriguez's wrist. "I'll give Madam Rodriguez first aid."

"Mother, please wake up, don't fall asleep. Winnie and I have come to rescue you," Lawrence said sorrowfully.