CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: SOPHIE WILL NEVER RETURN

The old butler said, "...If you’re not worried about the young master, at least worry about the old master. He can’t get angry right now."

"There are doctors in the hospital. If something happens to Grandpa, they will save him. Besides, it’s not me who made him angry, it’s Damien Lancaster. Why should I clean up his mess when he angers Grandpa?"

The old butler was surprised that Ivy Summers didn’t even care about the old master anymore and couldn’t help but feel she was a bit cold-hearted.

The old butler stormed off, unaware that Ivy Summers wasn’t ignoring the old master; she simply didn’t have the energy to worry any longer.

At this moment, she wished she could fall off the cliff with Sophie, wished she could accompany Sophie.

She couldn’t imagine what to do if Sophie was never found, what on earth she should do.

...

Zachary Lancaster diverted the old master’s attention a bit, which allowed Damien Lancaster to escape fewer blows.

The old master, exhausted from hitting, sat on the sofa, panting heavily as the old butler returned, bringing a doctor ahead of time.

Damien Lancaster remained kneeling there, his posture unchanged.

The old master pushed away the doctor who stepped forward and questioned Damien Lancaster, "Have you thought about what to do if Sophie can’t be found?"

Damien Lancaster pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

In his plan, nothing was supposed to happen to Sophie.

He could save both children.

It was just that he miscalculated.

"We used to suspect Sophie might be a child of our Lancaster Family. Have you thought about, if she really is your daughter, how you will face this child and Ivy from now on?"

The old master spoke, raising the stick once more. The old butler quickly intervened, "Old master, you really can’t hit anymore, or it might cause internal injuries."

The old master resentfully flung the stick to the butler and sat down, breathing heavily, "Damien Lancaster, Damien Lancaster, just you wait. Whether this child is part of our Lancaster Family or not, you’ll regret it then. Get out, all of you, get out."

"Young master, second young master, perhaps you should step out first. The old master can’t afford to get angry."

Damien Lancaster’s face was ashen as he lowered his head, "Grandpa, I will definitely find Sophie."

"Get out!"

Damien Lancaster stood up in silence, turned, and walked out.

Zachary Lancaster held his backside, "hissing," watching Damien Lancaster’s steady steps, seriously doubting that Damien was human, showing no sense of pain.

Out of the ward, Damien Lancaster left even more briskly.

Zachary Lancaster simply couldn’t catch up with him, "Bro? Where are you going? Are you even human? After taking so many hits, don’t you hurt?"

Damien Lancaster still had to find Sophie, no time to delay here.

For the next three days, Damien searched for Sophie day and night. He nearly combed through the bottom of that cliff, only finding a piece of Sophie’s clothing but no sign of Sophie.

Some said it rained heavily that night, and the surging water at the bottom of the cliff swept Sophie away.

Some said there were wild beasts on the mountain that carried Sophie off.

In any case, there was no good news.

At the hospital.

Ivy Summers sat in the garden in a patient’s gown. It had just rained, the sky was gloomy, and it was fall. The weather turned cold so quickly. The wind chilled her to the bone.

Ivy wore something thin but held a pink coat in her hands.

This was Sophie’s coat, found at the cliff bottom, damaged in many places, the sleeves torn in half and stained with blood, which was heartbreaking to see.

It was said that the cliff walls were rugged and steep, surrounded by rocks; falling down, hitting the rocks, left little chance of survival.

Ivy’s mind kept replaying scenarios of what could have happened when Sophie fell. No matter how optimistically she tried to think, she couldn’t deceive herself.

In her imagination, Ivy’s heart broke over and over, her emotions on the brink of collapse.

Noah Scott had been watching Ivy from behind for a long time, walked over, sat down beside her, and only after a while did he say, "We’ve searched, prepare for the worst."

The air was filled with a chilling silence.

Ivy clutched the clothes tighter, grief flowing over her like a tide, choking her to the point of being unable to breathe.

"The last resort, are you saying Sophie might never come back?"

Noah pressed his lips together.

The answer was harsh, and Ella Morgan wasn’t willing to tell her, leaving it to him.

After taking a deep breath, Ivy asked, "What do you think is the best revenge on the Lancaster Family?"

Noah narrowed his eyes, "They want children. After the divorce, use the children’s secret as a gift, then ensure they never get the child."

Ivy’s eyelashes fluttered, a slight pull at the corners of her lips, "No matter how I seek revenge, my Sophie won’t come back. Do you know how much I hate myself? Maybe if I had told them the child’s secret sooner, Sophie wouldn’t have ended up like this."

"Even if you had told them sooner, the child wouldn’t have been safe at the Lancaster Family. It’s not your fault. Instead of blaming yourself, avenge the child."

Ivy sobbed once, her eyes becoming cold when speaking of revenge.

"This kidnapping is definitely tied to Rachel Shaw."

"That woman is currently abroad."

Ivy gritted her teeth, "Does she think that hiding abroad means suspicion won’t fall on her?"

"I have to return to Yrador to handle some matters, a day at most, three at the latest. Wait for me to come back."

...

In the Lancaster Family’s basement, the only captured kidnapper was already on the brink of death from torture.

Damien Lancaster, like a ruthless, cold-blooded demon, sat in front of the kidnapper, with a chilling voice, "You can continue to bite your tongue, but I have plenty of methods left. Trust me, I’ll make sure you won’t die."

The kidnapper’s eyelids fluttered, sticky blood constantly dripping from his mouth. After enduring three days of torture, he couldn’t hold on any longer and struggled to speak, "I’ll talk... I’ll say it all..."

"Who ordered you to do this?"

"That I really don’t know... We have an organization called ’Death,’ as long as there’s money, we can be hired to do anything. We just received a task to execute, and this time the task was to kidnap a woman named Ivy Summers and a child named Sophie. As for the employer’s identity... In our organization, that’s akin to top-secret. I truly don’t know who they are..."

Damien Lancaster narrowed his eyes, "Not clean enough, continue."