Semua Bab Entangled with a Baby: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Why did the detective bring a ladder to the interrogation room? He wanted to get to the top of the case!The interrogation room was cold. Metal chairs, a steel table, and harsh lights. It was a place where secrets came to die. King sat across from Liam, Detective Marshal standing nearby, a silent observer. Liam's face was a mask of bitterness. He looked at King, and then at Marshal."So," Marshal began, his voice low and steady. "We're going to go over a few things again. Just to be clear."King watched Liam. He wanted to understand. He needed to know why. Why all of this had happened. Why Laura was lying in a hospital bed. Why their baby was gone. He felt a profound weariness, a bone-deep exhaustion that came from days of fear and grief and the gnawing uncertainty that had clung to him like a shroud. But beneath the weariness, a steely resolve remained. He would get the truth. He had to."Liam," King said, his voice hard, "tell us everything. From the beginning."Liam scoffed. "You w

The rain continued to fall, a relentless curtain between the world and the secrets it tried to hide. Inside the abandoned warehouse, the aftermath of the confrontation hung heavy in the air. Karl's body lay still, a stark reminder of the violence that had just transpired. Chase was unconscious, his escape attempt thwarted.King knelt beside Anne, his face etched with concern. He gently stroked her hair, his touch reassuring. "It's okay, Anne. You're safe now."Anne shuddered, her eyes still wide with shock. "King... they... they wanted to hurt me. They said..." Her voice trailed off, unable to voice the horrors she had endured."I know, baby sister. I know," King murmured, pulling her closer. "But they can't hurt you anymore. I won't let them."Detective Marshal stepped forward, his expression grim. "We need to get her to the hospital, King. She's in shock, and we need to make sure she doesn't have any internal injuries."King nodded, his jaw tight. He carefully lifted Anne into his arms,

King's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Relief that Anne was alive and relatively unharmed warred with a growing unease. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together, and the picture they painted was far from pretty. The full extent of Karl and Chase's betrayal was revealed, and it had a lasting impact on her. Key truths came to light.He knew what he had to do. He had to get to the bottom of this. But a part of him, a small, scared part, didn't want to know the truth. He had always been a man of action, decisive and in control. The thought that he could be involved in something so dark, so twisted, was almost too much to bear.But Anne was right. He couldn't let this go. Not until he knew why this had happened, and who was responsible.King left Anne's room, his mind made up. He needed answers. Now.He drove to an undisclosed location, a stark contrast to the sterile confines of the hospital. The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy, the silence broken

Finally, King broke the silence, his voice thick with a raw emotion he could no longer contain. "I... I came as soon as I got the message," he said, his voice low and husky. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. More than okay, actually. I wanted to make sure you were still here."Laura turned her head again, her eyes searching his, her expression unreadable. "Thank you, King," she said, her voice soft, almost a whisper. "That's... that's kind of you." Kind? she thought, a bitter laugh bubbling up inside her. Is that all I am to him now? An object of his kindness?King hesitated, choosing his words with the utmost care, each one feeling like a fragile offering. "Laura, I know that things have been... difficult between us," he began, his voice filled with a sincerity that resonated in the quiet room. "I know that I've hurt you, and for that, I am truly sorry. More sorry than any man has ever been."He paused, taking a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. He had rehearsed this mome

The clatter of the coffee grinder, the hiss of the espresso machine, the cheerful chatter of customers – it all faded into a dull, meaningless hum in Maddie's ears. She moved through the motions of her shift at the cafe, her hands working on autopilot, a forced smile plastered on her face. But inside, she was a shattered mess, a raw wound masquerading as a barista.Dave's Cafe. It was supposed to be their sanctuary, a place of warmth and laughter, a testament to her father's resilience. It was where they had all worked, a second home, a place of fond memories. Now, it felt like a cage. Each familiar corner echoed with the ghost of a life that now seemed like a cruel illusion.The small studio apartment at the back of the cafe loomed in her mind. It had once belonged to Dr. Hakeem, a place of secrets and shadows. But King had helped Dave reclaim it, a victory against a man who had sought to control and manipulate their lives. Anne had taken it over, transforming it into her art space,