Sweet Twins novel Chapter 68

With the most nonchalant tone, Fannie spoke, "Okay. I'll tell you the truth. I took her your child and sent her to a welfare house. I heard that she was adopted by Flora, Marcus's wife. But that was it. I don't know anything further."

"Charles, Nadia is my daughter!" Nancy suddenly lashed out. At this point, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad hearing that revelation. And in the height of her emotion, she even stood from that chair, seemingly in a nervous breakdown.

She could imagine Flora abusing her child, and it wasn't a great picture in her mind. Even just the thought of it sent her hands quivering like she had a tremor.

"Nancy, I've told you about your child. A deal is a deal. Now, you have to let me go. Don't forget. Clark is still at home..." Fannie reminded in a calm tone, aware that if she used her cards well, Nancy would soften up. After all, she was a kind-hearted woman to begin with. She'd never let someone die on her watch.

So, as expected, Nancy told Charles,

"Just let her go, Charles. She really told me where my child is."

Charles nodded, casting a malicious glance at Fannie.

"Fannie, if you don't wanna die, I suggest you stop bothering and causing Nancy so much trouble."

"I dare not, Mr. Fu," Fannie answered as tears began to roll down her cheeks again. The bold woman was gone, and she was indeed frightened by this influential man before her.

"Hiram, take her out." As soon as he finished speaking, he strode out and didn't look back.

At the same time, Nancy didn't waste any time and immediately stormed out of the house.

When she reached the main road, she looked around to hail a cab, but no one was driving around.

Just as she was about to run out of patience, a black Hummer suddenly halted beside her.

"Get in the car," Charles commanded with a domineering voice. He knew Nancy would be heading to Flora's house right after that interrogation.

"Thank you." She pulled open the door and got in the car without any second thoughts.

At this point, all she wanted was to see Nadia right away and make sure that her daughter was alright.

And as soon as Nancy fastened her seatbelt, Charles drove at a fast speed. It wasn't hard to find and get to Marcus' home as it was just three blocks away from his.

Even with that over speeding, Nancy didn't mind the danger it could cause them. That was just not her concern right now.

"Who is the father?" Charles suddenly asked in the middle of stepping on the gas pedal really hard.

"I don't know," Nancy simply answered, shaking her head.

That response immediately darkened Charles' face. The grim loomed around his expression, evident that he didn't like it, but he kept his mouth shut.

Perhaps he could just wait until Nancy was ready to tell him everything.

So he just continued to focus on the road until they reached Marcus' house. And surprisingly, the gate was wide open, so Charles directly drove in.

"Who is it?" Marcus muffled upon hearing a roaring engine on his driveway.

After quickly getting out of the car, Nancy and Charles both barged inside, not bothering to knock at all.

To their surprise, they caught sight of Marcus lying languidly on the sofa while holding a bottle of whiskey.

It seemed that he was drunk, as evidenced by the redness of his face. Even his eyes couldn't focus their gaze on them.

"Marcus, where is Nadia?" Nancy didn't beat around the bush. She didn't have time for such nonsense and just wanted to see and check on her daughter.

Marcus raised his eyelids and smiled widely. "Miss Ning, why do you always think of that little girl? We haven't seen each other for days, and she's the first thing you're gonna ask me. Don't you miss me?"

Charles was irked by his remark, and with his patience hanging on a thread, he kicked Marcus right in his abdomen, "Tell me, where is Nadia now?"

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu..." He rubbed his eyes aggressively, trying to make sure that Charles was with Nancy. "Mr. Fu!"

Marcus sniffed and cried, "Mr. Fu, I just like to have fun. That bitch Flora took the kid away. I have nothing to do with it!"

"Where did she go?" Charles and Nancy asked in unison, both of them feeling rather impatient with the drunkard.

Shrugging his shoulders, Marcus replied, "How could I know?" That bitch took a picture of me playing with another woman in a hotel. She used that against me and took all my money away. Two hundred million! I'm done! My company will be ruined soon!"

"Really?" It was known to many that Marcus' private life was in disorder. It was understandable that his wife couldn't bear with it.

"How dare I lie to you, Mr. Fu?" He cried again and took a mouthful of the whiskey directly from the bottle.

Two hundred million was indeed a huge amount for a medium-sized company like his. He would never be able to recover from such a significant loss.

"Charles, what should we do?" Nancy asked, feeling hopeless, and even on the verge of crying. She knew very well that Flora didn't love children. She couldn't imagine what horrible things she would do to Nadia.

"Don't worry. I will help you find Nadia," Charles reassured firmly, taking her hand and striding out.

Then, he took out his phone and dialed Jay.

"What's wrong, Charles?" His voice sounded sort of downcast from the other line.

"Find where Flora is now," Charles answered right away. His voice was painted with a sense of urgency.

"Damn it! Why do you care where that woman is going?" Jay cursed impatiently, not liking what Charles intended to do.

"You're still asking?" he answered in a cold voice. He didn't have time for such interrogation. They needed to find that cunning woman as soon as possible.

"Alright, fine! I'll help you find her." With a deep sigh, Jay immediately ordered his men to get the surveillance video outside the Yan household.

Ten minutes later, Jay was able to track Flora and immediately sent the tape to Charles.

Flora was recorded driving to the welfare house first, and when she arrived, she dragged Nadia out of the car and slapped her on the face.

Nadia raised her head and looked at her stubbornly with teary eyes.

Then, Flora forced Nadia in the car while she drove to the suburb like a lunatic.

"Where did she go?" Nancy was so anxious that she almost cried.

"Let's go and a look." Charles drove towards the suburb.

"Charles, the weather forecast said there will be a typhoon today. How about I go to find Nadia myself?" Nancy suggested.

After all, Nadia was her daughter, and Charles shouldn't be involved with this matter.

It was more than enough that he helped her in forcing Fannie to spill the beans, but this had completely nothing to do with him.

This was a dangerous endeavor, and she couldn't risk Charles to be in jeopardy, not when he had his own company and his family members to look after.

If something terrible happened to him, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.

"Do you think I'm afraid?" Charles sneered, not even the least fazed.

"Thank you." It seemed that these two words were the only ones she could find to utter. She didn't know what else to say as he had always been there for her.

A smile spread across Charles' face while he intently stared at Nancy. Both of them knew that nothing was needed to say any more; they both understood one another.

At this moment, the wind was stirred in their direction, and raindrops began to fall.

The branches were colliding with one another, and leaves began to fall out, signaling that the typhoon had arrived.

"There's a typhoon! Didn't you see the weather forecast?" When they waited for the traffic lights at the intersection, a traffic enforcer came over to remind them.

"We're just about to go home," Charles explained calmly. Nancy knew he was bluffing. They had no intention of going home right now.

"You better hurry. It's dangerous to drive in such bad weather," reminded the officer again before letting them go.

"Yes, sir!" answered Charles.

As they drove off, the wind blew stronger, and this slightly worried Nancy.

She had just been caught in the rain yesterday and hadn't recovered yet. Now, she was worried about the safety of Nadia. She somehow felt numb with all these.

And she'd die first before letting Charles know that she was feeling weak at this moment.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" he asked anxiously through the rearview mirror, seeing that her small face was very red.

"Maybe it's because of the strong wind." Nancy flashed a wry smile, evidently trying to conceal the truth.

"Put this on," said Charles, taking off his coat and handing it over to her.

"Thank you."

Frowning, he said nothing and just kept his lips on a thin line.

He never liked it whenever Nancy would utter those words. It felt like she was indifferent and closing herself from him. Whenever he'd try to get close to her, she would just seem to be too far to reach.