4. Somewhere on the earth

Sara Owen had finally found some optimism after arduous days. She hugged her chest while gazing out the window.

Just then, Natalie knocked on the door. Sara Owen backed up, "Aunt. Please come.”

Natalie approached her with her gentle smile.

“When Ricky entered the study room, he would also forget about the outer world."

Both people turned to see the moon covered by clouds.

"I always felt proud while seeing him at work. But it makes me sad to watch you.” Natalie said.

"I am preparing myself to behave like him."

"Who knows what he'll do if he comes back and sees you working in this state!"

Sara Owen suddenly lost her colour as she peered into Natalie's eyes.

This state!!

"Don't punish your child. He is blameless." Natalie said.

Sara Owen averted her tear-filled gaze.

"Aunt."

Natalie held up her palms, "You kept such a significant truth secret from everyone up until now!"

However, her walk and tummy were unable to conceal the reality.

"I didn’t hide it. I just…want to find him."

"Did Ricky know before being kidnapped?"

Sara Owen bit her lip and shook her head. Natalia was taken aback.

"I was unable to tell him, which is why I am unable to tell anyone."

Sara Owen cried while holding Natalie's hands, "Please bring him back. I want our child's father to be with him at the time of his birth."

"Sara..."

Natalie hugged Sara Owen, trying to comfort her. Both of them knew how powerful and untouchable Yohan Dixon was. Anyone who dared to abduct such a prominent figure must have been very well-prepared.

Yohan Dixon's influence was so immense that even his enemies posed a threat. After two months with no news, there were only two possibilities: he had either been dead for a long time or was being held captive in some obscure location. However, Yohan Dixon's power made it hard to imagine either of these scenarios.

Sara and Natalie were both terrified.

Yohan Dixon had no idea that he was going to be a father when he was kidnapped. Sara would never forgive herself if he was killed without ever knowing about their child.

The night was painful.

Sara emerged from the shower in her white nightgown. She dried her wet hair with a pink towel and stood before the mirror. Her face appeared dark in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Don't punish your child."

Natalie's words had deeply disturbed Sara and she placed her quivering hands on her belly which had a slight bulge.

Suddenly, Sara Owen heard a faint sound coming from her bedroom. Despite the darkness, she could see the moonlight streaming in and illuminating her face, while the chilly wind tousled her damp hair. She realized that there was another presence in the room with her. Her eyes darted around in search of the shadowy figure that she had sensed behind her in the mirror. Fear caused her hands to shake and her throat to become dry as she clasped her fingers together.

She turned around, struggled to catch her breath, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. The scent of flowers on the wind did little to calm her nerves. She cautiously made her way to her bed, rubbing her wet hair, still feeling the presence of someone in the room.

Just as she was starting to let her guard down, a dark shadow appeared behind her. In a moment of panic, she grabbed the closest object, a table clock, and hurled it at the shadow. To her horror, it hit its target, and blood began to flow from the wound. But the attacker was not deterred and pushed her to the ground. Sara Owen was overwhelmed with fear, but she managed to keep her wits about her, observing the man closely even as she lay on the ground.

"Who are you?" She asked.

Sara Owen's fear intensified as the attacker advanced towards her with the knife in his hand. She struggled to find a safe position for her fragile body, attempting to move away.

The man lunged at her with the knife, causing Sara to stumble backwards.

"If my husband finds out about this, he'll hunt you down like a dog!"

The man just sneered, as if he had an idea about Yohan Dixon’s kidnapping. Sara felt a wave of terror wash over her.

"Leave me."

The man continued to step towards Sara, causing her to glance around the room in search of anything that could help her defend herself. Her eyes landed on the planter on the desk next to her, but before she could make a move towards it, the man grabbed her hair and punched her in the face.

The blow was so strong that it momentarily knocked her out. Despite this, Sara managed to gather her strength and continue backing away from her attacker. The man relentlessly attacked her, throwing items and delivering punches, causing her to suffer numerous injuries.

It seemed as though he wanted to beat her to a pulp before ending her life. Sara was so tightly held by the man's grasp that she couldn't bear the pain any longer.

"Please leave me."

The attacker seized Sara Owen's face, yanking her hair so that she was forced to look at him. She was drenched in sweat, with tears of terror cascading down her reddened eyes. Blood trickled from her nose, and the corner of her mouth had been split open, causing blood to spill onto her chin. The brutal attack had left her with severe injuries, and she was in immense pain.

"Don't kill me."

She breathed in, "I’m pregnant," and while saying this, her eyes filled with endless hope.

She was prodded towards the tea table by the man. Sara Owen didn't waste the chance to stab the man standing behind her after grabbing the knife from the fruit plate kept on the table and fleeing the room. 

The family had previously been awakened by her screaming and the noises. When Sara managed to escape her bedroom and race down the stairs, the elders stretched out to the living room. 

The doctor was called, and Bruno requested the security guards to thoroughly inspect the surroundings. He personally examined the CCTV footage and found no evidence of anyone entering the bungalow in the past hour. Bruno was amazed at the immense bravery required to bypass the tight security measures of Dixon Villa and cause harm to Sara Owen.

Somewhere on the earth…

From an aerial view, a small cement house could be spotted on a deserted island completely surrounded by water. The island itself only consisted of dense forests, muddy terrain, small waterfalls, and ditches. The climate was chilly and a light rain was falling.

The long and injured figure was resting on a wooden chair lifelessly.