Semua Bab She Moved On and Glowed Up — Now Her Ex-Husband and Son Want Her Forgiveness: Bab 271 - Bab 280

“Goodbye, Eric,” Gillian said softly before turning away.She walked out of the hospital with her head down, her heels clicking against the floor in small, uneven steps. Even after everything she’d done to Nora, she hadn’t managed to win back Eric’s heart. How had it come to this?She was his fiancée. And yet, because of one terrible mistake, everything she’d worked for was slipping through her fingers. She had no one to blame but herself.But just as she stepped outside, before she could even reach the car Eric had arranged for her, a man in a dark mask appeared out of nowhere. He stopped right in front of her and tapped her shoulder.“I can help you,” he said in a low, almost silky voice. “If you want your Eric back, I can make that happen.”Gillian froze, staring at him in disbelief. How did he know what she wanted? A chill crept up her spine, but something about his tone… made her want to believe him.---Inside the hospital room, Nora finally let out a slow breath.She cou

Just as Travis began to realize he might have said too much and Nora sat there feeling quietly hurt, Quinton suddenly spoke up, his small voice breaking the tension.“Dad, it was my fault,” he said quickly. “I saw a commercial on TV where a little boy brought his grandma some warm water to wash her feet. She smiled and told him he was a good kid. I just wanted to do the same thing and make Mom happy. Don’t blame her.”Nora froze. Was this really her son? When had he become so sensible?Travis blinked, finally understanding what had happened. Guilt washed over his face as he exhaled. “So it was my mistake,” he admitted quietly. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. Nora… if something like this happens again, please just tell me right away. I don’t want to accuse you unfairly.”He lowered his head, clearly embarrassed. Nora, seeing his expression, let it go without saying more.Instead, she turned to Quinton. “Next time, sweetheart, only do what you can handle, okay? No one shoul

“Nora, don’t panic,” Eric said firmly, gripping her shoulders. “I’m calling in every contact I have. We’ll find Quinton.”Her fingers clutched his sleeve, trembling. “Eric, this is all my fault. If I’d just paid more attention, none of this would’ve happened.”He pulled her into his arms, his voice low but steady. “It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. What matters now is finding him fast.”While comforting her, Eric was already coordinating with Travis, who’d arrived moments later. The two men, despite their long-standing resentment, set aside their differences for the child’s sake.Eric activated his network of business and social contacts, mobilizing people to check every possible lead. Teams spread out across the city—at train stations, shopping malls, and parks—searching every corner for any trace of the boy.Meanwhile, Travis relied on what he knew best: Quinton’s habits and favorite spots. He led another team to search familiar places—the library corner the boy loved,

She prayed silently, begging for her son’s safety and for the kidnappers to call again, if only so she could hear his voice.At last, the phone’s eerie ring cut through the silence. Nora jerked the phone up like she'd been shocked, voice trembling with urgency. “Hello?”The distorted, mechanical voice answered: “How’s the money coming along?”Holding herself together long enough to follow the police’s cue, Nora forced a calm tone. “I’m raising it, but I need more time.”The kidnapper laughed coldly. “This isn’t bargaining. Your son’s life is in my hands.”Nora pleaded, voice breaking, “No—no, I’m trying. Please don’t hurt him.”The voice turned cruel. “You have twenty-four hours. If the money isn’t there by this time tomorrow, don’t expect to see him again.” Then the line went dead.In a damp, dim shack on the edge of town, Quinton sat bound to a rickety chair, blindfolded and gagged, his small body shaking. The kidnapper ripped the cloth from his mouth and Quinton screamed, “Mo

Before she could act, the undercover cop saw her bluff exposed. She snapped her gun up and fired at the nearest kidnapper’s leg. “Bang!” The shot echoed through the empty factory; the man screamed and collapsed.Thinking she’d bought a moment, she kicked the fallen thug’s pistol away and moved to secure the scene.Then someone from the shadows barked, “Don’t move!” A dark muzzle peered out from behind a pile of scrap and trained on her.Panic flared. She shouted, “There are more of them!”The shout stopped the approaching police in their tracks; nobody dared rush in and risk the officer’s life. The kidnappers surged from their hiding places. One of them grabbed the woman and pressed a gun to her temple. “Tell those cops to stand down, or I’ll blow her away!” he snarled.Even held like that, the officer stayed cool. “Killing me won’t help you. There are cops all around.” she said, trying to buy time.The kidnapper sneered. “Shut up. If you want to live, tell your men to back off.