Anastasia’s POV My heart shattered into a million pieces as Claude and Chloe left. Chloe's words rang in my head. “ You really just had to keep pushing him on us, didn't you?” Her eyes were sad contrary to jow bright they always were. I had thought and believed that Claude was overreacting because he was always so critical of things but Chloe's words made me understand how wrong I was all along. “ Are you alright?” Sebastian shook me slightly to snap me out. “ No, how could I be alright?” I looked at him with teary eyes. “ My kids must hate and resent me so much right now,” I wanted to scream and cry. “ They don't hate you, Anna. They might not like and understand everything that's going on but I'm sure they don't hate you,” he did his very best to comfort me. “ You have no idea how precious my babies are to me and how their pains hurt me. They look up to me to make the right decision for us as a family and they always have without complaints. This is the firs
A day laterClaude’s POV I can't believe it has been a day since we got kidnapped. For dad not to have found us yet, this can only mean the people who kidnapped us are working for someone really powerful and influential if not daddy would have found us nearly immediately. Who could have gotten these goons to kidnap us? “ Claude, Claude,” Chloe called softly but in a demanding way. I looked at her - her eyes were desperately searching for answers as if they were written on me. “ Daddy hasn't found us yet. Didn't you say you were working on a plan?” She whispered. “ Yes, I am indeed working on a plan but I didn't think we'd have much use of it before because I thought daddy might find us in time,” I sighed. “ So what are we going to do? Why hasn't daddy found us yet?” Chloe panicked. “ Chloe, one question at a time, okay?” I was stressed as it is. “ Sorry,” she apologized. “ Daddy would have easily found us given his connection and eyes everywhere but this case is a lot more com
Claude’s POV Operation strawberry shortcakes was simple, all I needed Chloe to do is throw a tantrum about wanting strawberry shortcakes and if they don't agree initially, she will have to use her unending cuteness to convince them. Besides, they haven't fed us since morning so that's another basis for requesting the food of our choice. So am I gaslighting? Yes, probably. I know the big question here is how this connected to reaching out to dad? Well, let's just watch everything play out. “ Don't tell you're still doing this interview stuff in your head?” Chloe stared at me in disgust. “ No, I'm not!” I freaked out. “ I'm pretty much sure you were answering no one in your head,” she squinted her eyes. “ It's called soliloquizing,” I emphasized. “ Don't make it seem like I'm crazy or something,” I pouted. “ You're freaky,” she mumbled. “ I heard that!” “ I never said it so you won't hear it,” she shrugged. “ Whatever, back to the plan. Anytime soon wi
Claude’s POV I got back from the bathroom and headed back with the grab man that had accompanied me in the first place. I had hidden the watch carefully in a place one would least expect. “ So? How's he feeling?” Steven asked the man who accompanied me the moment we came into his view. “ I think he's doing a lot better. You should ask him if you wanna confirm,” he shrugged. “ Next time, if you're allergic to something tell us right away. I can't afford being yelled out by my employer,” Steven complained as I went back to my chair. “ It's not an allergy, genius. It's called I-N-T-O-L-E-R-A-N-C-E,” I snapped, making emphasis on the difference. “ Intolerance, allergies, they're all the same,” he shrugged. Was he intentionally being dumb or was he just dumb? “ If it was an allergy it might not just have ended with me using the bathroom. Intolerance affects the digestive system and the effects aren't deadly whereas an allergy affects the immune system so with that
Kasper's POV “ Is there any news on the van that took my children, Inspector?” I questioned as Butler Luke served tea. “ These are what we've found out so far,” he dropped a brown envelope on the glass table. “ You're yet to identify the vehicle?” I asked rhetorically as I opened the envelope and read it's contents. “ That's not exactly right, putting it like that would make us seem incapable. The van isn't a registered vehicle so we can't track it,” he sipped from his tea cup. “ How about Claude’s wrist watch that you found on the scene? Can't you match the DNA and find out who took him? ” I was beginning to show just how tensed I was. “ We tried that but unfortunately, your son's watch didn't come off with another person's effort. How do I put it?” He sighed. “ Inspector, please explain better,” Anastasia who sat by my side gulped. I could see the fear and guilt all over her. “ We got our best crime scene technician and others to look into this case a
Claude’s POV The smoke kept on rising and it was getting harder to breathe by the second. This Cora lady was really crazy, I didn't really think she'd go through with the plan of burning us. Where in the world did dad meet a crazy hag like her? “ Ough, Ough, Claude?” Chloe coughed. “ Yes, I'm right besides you, Chloe,” I asserted. “ Are we... Are we going to die here?” Chloe was in dismay. “ That's the last thing I'd allow to happen to you,” I grit my teeth. “ So how are we going to get out of here? Or rather hold out till Dad comes without dying?” Chloe thought of all the possible things that could happen to us but I tried my best not to let it get to my head. I needed to keep my fear in check and find a way to escape with Chloe. “ Well, one thing's for sure, we're getting out of here,” I held on to a pen knife. “ Where did you get that from?” She probed. “ Let's just say Steven got a little bit fond of us and didn't want us to die. He slipped it
Kasper's POV The quiet and peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the wailing sounds of the sirens that pierced the air. With I and Anna joining the police cars that ravaged the road, the cars sped like our lives depended on it - well, in a way it did. Anna, Claude and Chloe meant everything to me and I couldn't afford to lose them. Heaven knows what would happen to me if something bad were to ever happen to any of them. “ I don't see the fire truck and ambulance yet,” I passed my observation on to Inspector Jin. “ We decided that they should not follow us immediately just in case of an emergency. For now we are blaring our sirens and flashing our lights to clear out the road but once we're close enough to the hideout, we'd turn everything off. The last thing we want is for the criminals to get away,” he explained. He was right, if we got everyone on deck right now, it would cause too much attention and could force the kidnappers to flee with Claude and Chloe. We could
Claude’s POV I sat down in the main living room with the TV on, the best thing about being sick or injured was the undiluted care and privileges that came with it. You could say I was living my best life right now. “ Master Claude, would you like anything else?” Butler Luke asked. Of course the workers in the house were always available for my needs but there was a slight difference now, I didn't get reprimanded contrary to before where they could reprimand and even give me light punishment which I knew was for my own good of course. “ No, I'm good but I'd happy to have a yogurt refill,” I gave him innocent eyes. “ Alright, sir. I'll get that done,” he bowed. “ Claude! Claude!” Chloe called from the other end of the stairs as she ran into the living room and towards me. “ Why are you shouting my name, Chloe?” I groaned. She could have saved both of us the strength by just walking up to me instead of yelling. “ Oh, sorry,” she whispered. “ I'm not angr