Andrew Reynolds stood in his study, a veil of smoke swirling around him as he lit a cigarette. Leaning against the window, he blew out a cloud of smoke, his gaze was fixed on the world outside.Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, breaking the silence. Andrew's voice, tinged with weariness, called out, "Who's there?"Nanny Grace's familiar voice answered from the other side of the door, filled with concern. "It's me, Andrew. Can I come in?"Andrew took a deep breath, "Sure," he replied.The door opened, and Nanny Grace entered, her eyes searching his face."What's wrong?" Nanny Grace inquired gently. "You left early this morning and returned just in time. The cops are looking for Alexander. What exactly is going on?"Andrew's eyes met hers, a hint of sadness and emptiness on his face. "I don't really have time for Alexander right now," he admitted, his voice tinged with weariness. "Amelia is leaving for Spain with Violet."Nanny Grace's brows furrowed, her concern deepening. "An
Amelia and Liam arrived at the airport, stepping out of the car and retrieving their belongings. Amelia carefully lifted Violet from the back seat, cradling her in her arms. Liam, ever helpful, assisted with their luggage, ensuring everything was accounted for as they made their way towards the airport entrance.Amidst the bustling crowd and the whirlwind of emotions, they made their way towards the check-in counter. Luggages were swiftly checked, and they found themselves waiting for the time to board the plane. Amelia took a deep breath as she started feeling unease.Sensing Amelia's disquiet, Liam turned to her, concern etched on his face. "Coffee?" he offered, hoping to provide some comfort. Amelia stammered, her mind preoccupied. "N... no, I'm fine," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of nerves and uncertainty.Just then, Liam spotted Natalie rolling her suitcase from a distance. His face lit up with a smile. "Natalie is here," he said, his voice filled with surpri
Amelia took a deep breath, her heart heavy with mixed emotions and hesitation as she stood at the threshold of departure. Liam stretched his hands towards her, urging her to come along. "Come on, let's go," he encouraged, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and reassurance.Amelia glanced back, her heart feeling heavy, but she took Liam's hands in hers, allowing him to lead her towards the boarding gate.Meanwhile, Andrew's car screeched to a halt as he arrived at the airport. He hastily parked and rushed inside, a sense of urgency propelling him forward. Meanwhile, Andrew had just arrived at the airport in a rush. He hastily parked his car, not bothering about anything else but reaching Amelia before she left. In a rush, he sprinted towards the entrance of the airport, his heart pounding in his chest. However, he was halted by airport officials who demanded his ticket."Your ticket, sir," one of the officials requested.Andrew, feeling the pressure mounting, replied imp
Amelia struggled to hold back her tears, everything was overwhelming. She couldn't believe Andrew was stopping her from leaving. Liam stood behind her, waiting for her to board the plane so they would leave for Spain. The two men in her life were standing right with her and she didn't know what to do. Amelia stood there, torn between the two men who held pieces of her heart. Liam said, "Amelia…."She turned to look at Liam, her eyes filled with guilt. She couldn't bear to hurt him, yet her heart longed for something different, something that resided with Andrew.Liam's voice trembled as he pleaded, "Don't let him hurt you again, Amelia. You deserve better." Amelia glanced at Andrew, tears streaming down her face, her heart aching with the tough decision she had to make. Her emotions were at war with her, pulling her in different directions.Amelia then turned her back against Andrew, her heart breaking. She faced Liam as she took his hands, about to board the plane. Andrew, refus
Amelia, noticing the sudden change in Andrew's mood, approached him with concern on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.Andrew swiftly motioned to Nanny Grace. "Could you please carry Violet upstairs?" he requested, his voice filled with urgency.Nanny Grace smiled warmly and nodded in understanding. "Sure, why not," she replied.Andrew gently handed Violet to Nanny Grace. She gently took Violet into her arms, proceeding towards the upper floors.Without wasting a moment, Andrew hurriedly made his way to his study, his mind preoccupied with the urgent call he had to take. He entered his study and closed the door behind him.He picked up the call, his voice filled with urgency as he inquired. "Have you found Alexander?" Detective Stone's response carried a somber tone. "No, sir. But I think Amelia and your daughter could be in danger," he revealed. Andrew's heart skipped a beat at the mention of danger. His protective instincts flared, and worry
Andrew hurried down the grand staircase, his steps echoing through the elegant mansion. Dressed in a finely tailored Italian suit, he exuded an air of sophistication and excitement. Nanny Grace spotted him descending and couldn't contain her curiosity. She rushed up to him, a smile lighting up her face."Is Amelia a...?" Nanny Grace began, her voice filled with anticipation.Andrew placed a finger to his lips, cutting her off gently. "Shhh, she's still sleeping," he whispered, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I want everything to be a surprise."It had been two months since Andrew and Amelia had reunited, and their love had flourished during that time. However, the shadow of Alexander's disappearance still loomed, keeping Andrew vigilant about security measures around Amelia and little Violet. He had made it his priority to ensure their safety.With a twinkle in his eye, Andrew revealed that he had something special planned for Amelia, a surprise that would surely make her heart
Amelia's heart pounded loudly in her chest, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone. The text message before her seemed like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.She couldn't believe what she was reading on her phone. Her eyes darted back and forth, scanning the ominous text message once again. "Stop at the bakery with my niece in your hands, no one must follow you," the message read. "Escape through the back without alerting anyone. I'll be waiting for you, else your lovely mom would pay for your sins."Amelia's hands trembled violently as she clutched her phone, she felt a lump forming in her throat, choking back her tears. With trembling fingers, she clicked on the attached video.As the video played, it was her mom Mrs Tate being bound and helpless, and was seen in their own home, a gun pressed against her head. The room spun around Amelia as she struggled to process the horrifying scene unfolding on her phone screen.Instantly, she turned to Tony, her voice quivering wi
Tony's concern deepened as he observed Amelia's behavior. He could sense that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be. He watched as she stammered, trying to reassure him that she was okay, but her shaky voice and fidgety demeanor only heightened his suspicion."Are you okay, ma'am Amelia?" Tony asked again, his voice gentle and reassuring.Amelia tried to compose herself, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. She bent down to pick up her fallen phone, trying to hide her trembling hands from Tony's watchful gaze. Despite her efforts to appear fine, Tony's suspicion grew, and he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something wasn't right.He glanced at his watch, checking the time. They were running late, and Andrew was expecting them. "Ma'am Amelia, aren't we taking too long? Andrew is expecting you and little Violet," Tony inquired, trying to urge her to move on.Amelia's heart sank at the mention of Andrew. She knew the situation was