All Chapters of The Wife He Betrayed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The drive to the quarry felt longer than it should have.Patricia sat in the back seat beside Alex, staring through the window at the darkness.Bethwel drove.Rose sat in the passenger seat, silent.Nobody had spoken much since the call.Mercy was alive.That should have been enough to bring relief.Instead, Patricia felt a knot tightening inside her.Mercy had screamed.She had been dragged from the clinic.She had somehow ended up at the quarry.And now she was asking for Rose.“What if she's badly hurt?” Patricia asked.Bethwel kept his eyes on the road.“The officers who found her said she was conscious.”“Did she tell them who took her?”“No.”“Why?”“She wouldn't speak until Rose arrived.”Patricia looked toward Rose.“You knew she'd do that?”Rose shook her head.“No.”“You seem to know a lot about what people involved in this will do.”Rose stared ahead.“I've lived with this for too long.”Alex spoke quietly.“Then perhaps it's time you stopped living around the truth.”Rose

The sound of the ambulance door closing echoed across the quarry.Patricia stopped walking.For a moment, she simply stared at the vehicle.Mercy was inside.Alive.Bruised.Exhausted.And somehow, everyone had almost forgotten the most obvious thing.She needed help.Patricia turned sharply.“Where is the officer who stayed with her?”A female police officer stepped forward immediately.“Here, ma'am.”Patricia looked toward the ambulance.“Is she being attended to?”“Yes. The medical officer is checking her injuries now. Inspector Kanda ordered that nobody leaves her unattended.”Patricia's shoulders dropped slightly.“Thank you.”She looked at Rose.Rose had been staring toward the ambulance too.“She's been through enough,” Patricia said quietly.Rose nodded.“She shouldn't be alone.”“She won't be.”Bethwel approached them, his expression grim.“I've assigned two officers to stay with Mercy. One will remain beside her during the medical assessment. If she needs to be taken to hosp

“Don't trust Rose.”The words lingered in the darkness.Patricia could hear her own breathing.Then Alex's hand found hers.“Stay close.”A flashlight clicked on.Bethwel's beam cut through the darkness, sweeping across the walls, the shelves, and the open doorway.Nothing.No child.No person.No movement.Patricia stared toward the far end of the room.“Did you hear it?”“I heard it,” Bethwel said.Alex nodded.“So did I.”Rose remained motionless.Her face was pale.Patricia turned toward her.“You knew that voice.”Rose looked at her.“No.”“You're lying.”“I don't know who it was.”“Then why aren't you surprised?”Rose opened her mouth, but no words came.Bethwel raised a hand.“Everyone stays where they are.”He moved slowly toward the tunnel.His flashlight stopped on the floor.Small footprints marked the dust.Patricia's heart jumped.They were tiny.Bare feet.Fresh.“They weren't there before,” Alex said.Bethwel crouched.He touched the dust beside one of the prints.“Fres

Patricia stared at Rose.“She is the reason Daniel disappeared the second time?”Rose nodded slowly.Patricia looked down at the photograph again.Grace stood beside the unknown woman.Between them was a little girl.The girl's face was turned slightly away from the camera, but Patricia could still see enough to recognize something familiar.The eyes.The shape of the mouth.Something about the child unsettled her.“Who is she?” Patricia asked again.Rose's voice was barely audible.“I don't know what name she uses now.”“That isn't what I asked.”Rose looked at the photograph.“She was Number One.”Patricia's fingers tightened around it.“You said Number One wasn't a child.”“I said Number One was the person who created the list.”“And now you're telling me she was a child?”Rose closed her eyes.“Because both things can be true.”Alex stared at her.“How?”Rose looked at him.“Number One was the first child placed into the program. Years later, she became the person who continued it

The convoy reached the old railway warehouses twelve minutes later.Patricia had spent every second staring at her phone, waiting for another message. None came.That frightened her more than the messages themselves.Whoever was directing them had been unusually generous with warnings. Now that Mercy had been found, the silence felt deliberate.Bethwel stepped out first.“Two officers at every entrance. Nobody moves Mercy without my authorization.”A uniformed officer hurried toward him.“Inspector, she's inside the medical vehicle. Conscious, but distressed.”“Has she been examined?”“Yes. The medical officer is checking her injuries.”Patricia was already moving.“Where is she?”The officer pointed toward an ambulance parked beneath a broken security light.Inside, Mercy lay on a stretcher, a blanket covering her legs. Her left shoulder had been bandaged, and a faint bruise darkened her cheek. A female officer sat beside her while a medical officer checked her pulse.Mercy turned he