CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: SOPHIE PROMISED MOMMY TO BE THE BEST-BEHAVED BABY

At this moment, Sophie lay in the trunk, hearing the whistling of the wind, and faintly, the sound of people arguing in front.

"You two idiots, actually making a move here, do you really not want to live?" It was a sharp woman’s voice.

"We just followed the employer’s orders. This kid is valuable—the deposit alone was five hundred thousand."

"Money over life, can you take her out of this city if she’s missing an arm or a leg? Don’t end up dead before you even get paid."

"Zella, what should we do now?"

"What to do? What else can we do? Fortunately, I stopped you. I’ve already booked the ferry tickets, head to the dock. The employer said she should never come back, so we’ll talk once we’re on the boat and leaving."

"Alright."

Sophie moved her little arm, her forehead was cut open, and blood was streaming continuously. She felt dizzy, her eyelids heavy.

But Sophie gritted her teeth, clenched her little fists, and held on.

Because Mommy told her to wait for her, Mommy said she would come to save her, Mommy also said not to sleep...

Sophie must behave well and listen to Mommy.

Sophie wanted to talk to Mommy, but her watch was out of battery and turned off.

Sophie could only curl up her small body, remembering what Mommy said, in case of injury, you must cover the wound to stop the blood loss.

Sophie lifted her small hand, pressing it against her forehead.

A moment later, the car stopped.

Sophie heard someone walking towards her, and fearfully shrank her small body. Soon, the trunk was opened, and a beam of light shone on her face.

She heard the woman say again, "This little smartie, knowing to press her own wound, such a smart and good-looking kid should be sold for money, I’d hate to ruin her."

"Don’t go soft."

"Just saying."

Sophie felt her little hand being grabbed, her body dragged out.

The few of them were afraid that Sophie’s condition would raise suspicion, so they stopped to bandage her wound and changed her clothes.

Then Sophie was placed in the front seat.

Weakly, Sophie opened her eyes, nearly fainting, but still, her little hand insisted on covering her forehead.

"Auntie... can you not kill me?" Sophie said in a faint voice.

The woman holding her paused slightly, then sneered, "That’s not possible, you’re worth a lot. The employer instructed it, we have no choice."

"Sophie also has money... Sophie’s piggy bank has lots and lots of money, Sophie will give it all to Auntie... Auntie, please don’t kill me, without Sophie, Mommy and Brother will be very sad..."

The woman sneered again. Though this little girl was about to faint, her mind was surprisingly clear, even worrying about others.

A truly sensible little brat that makes people want to go soft on her.

"That won’t do, we’re afraid you’ll have the money to make but not the life to spend it."

Sophie gently closed her eyes, too weak to speak, feeling her body cold, a sensation of floating, and the wound didn’t seem to hurt as much.

This feeling made Sophie want to sleep.

In a daze, Sophie seemed to hear Mommy next to her, singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and gently patting her, coaxing her to sleep.

So sleepy, so tired, really want to sleep...

But Mommy also said not to sleep now.

In Sophie’s mind, two little figures were fighting. One said, "Sleep, sleep, once asleep, it won’t hurt."

The other said, "If you sleep, Sophie might not see Mommy. Without Sophie, Mommy will be sad."

No, no.

Sophie doesn’t want Mommy to be sad.

At the last moment before falling asleep, Sophie struggled to open her eyes.

Can’t sleep.

Mommy said not to sleep.

Sophie promised Mommy, Sophie will be the best behaved baby...

...

Ivy Summers accelerated based on the tracker, but it still disappeared. Ivy slammed the brakes.

The tracker last appeared near an overpass a few kilometers away.

Ivy bit her lip, knowing that at her fastest, it would take her five minutes to get there. By then, who knows where they would be.

Despair surged in Ivy’s heart for an instant. She bit her lip and lowered her head, resting it on the steering wheel, forcing herself to calm down.

Without the tracker, she could only analyze and guess where they might take Sophie.

These people kidnapped Sophie at school; they must know the police would investigate soon. So their current plan should be to leave the city before the police search.

Driving in this direction is towards the airport and the dock.

The airport security procedures are more stringent and cumbersome than the dock; in their current situation, the dock is more convenient.

Ivy lifted her head, her resolve strengthening.

Though uncertain, she could only take a gamble.

Ivy was about to start the car again when Nathan sent her a surveillance video.

Nathan and Leo quickly restored the surveillance, from which it was clear that a man in a security uniform called Sophie, spoke with her for less than a minute before she realized he was dangerous and tried to run, only to be caught and taken away.

Ivy watched the man in the video, memorizing his face clearly.

Ivy started the car, speeding towards the dock.

Behind her, Damien Lancaster saw the familiar car in front.

That car looked like Ivy Summers’.

Ivy?

How could she appear here at such a coincidence?

Damien was about to speed up to catch up when a call came in.

It was Rachel Shaw.

Rachel, unaware of the situation, anxiously probed with her call, "Damien, any news on the child?"

Damien furrowed his brow, "Not yet."

Rachel showed concern, "I hope the child is safe. Damien, I’ve already told my father about this and asked him to send help. The more people, the stronger we are; we’ll find the child."

"Hmm."

Without time for further conversation, Damien hung up. The car in front sped away quickly, disappearing in an instant.

Ivy dared not delay. If Sophie were truly taken out of Aethelgard, the chances of finding her again would greatly diminish.

In her anxiety, Ivy continuously accelerated, her foot never leaving the gas, though up ahead was a red light, and in the rush-hour traffic, the road was full of passing vehicles, forcing Ivy to brake sharply.

She kept her eyes fixed on the red light ahead; every wasted second made her heart race.

Her face was pale from the tension.

Counting down the time, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, catching a glimpse of the man in the adjacent car’s driver’s seat as she turned her head.

Having watched the video, she firmly memorized the face of the man who took Sophie.

No need for a second glance; in an instant, Ivy recognized him.

At that moment, the light turned green, and the car beside her accelerated rapidly, speeding away with a whoosh.

Ivy responded quickly, slamming the gas pedal to give chase.

She drove urgently and recklessly, blocking the car by cutting in front of it, bringing it to a stop.

The car behind suddenly braked hard, barely reacting before Ivy rushed in front of them.

"Get out of the car."