Chapter 547: Who Are You?

Cecilia’s eyes narrowed, and a wave of nervousness washed over her.

“What did you say? Who are you?”

The man didn't answer, only mocking, “Your son’s been missing all night, and you don’t even know. Careless, wouldn’t you say?” He then hung up.

Missing all night?

Cecilia immediately thought of Elliot and called him.

At Daltonia Villa, Elliot had just finished breakfast when his mother called. Curious, he answered, “Mommy, did you find Mr. Rainsworth?”

Elliot’s voice instantly calmed Cecilia’s frayed nerves. She hadn't realized it wasn't Elliot, but Jonathan, who was staying with the Sinclairs, who had been taken.

“Eli, are you alright at home?”

“I’m fine, why?” Elliot replied, confused.

“It’s nothing. I’m glad you’re okay. Just stay inside with the housekeeper, okay?” Cecilia urged.

She dismissed it as a prank call.

Awakening in an old, deserted factory, Jonathan looked around. He was alone, though he could see figures patrolling near the gate. He overheard one of them calling Cecilia.

Then Jonathan understood: he'd been kidnapped, and not because of yesterday's incident.

He furrowed his brow slightly and yelled, “I need to use the restroom!”

Scarface, one of the men outside, opened the door.

“What’s the yelling for? Just pee your pants,” Scarface said impatiently.

Jonathan recognized the voice—the man who’d called his mother.

“Peeing my pants is dirty. Besides, it’s cold. I’d freeze, and then how would you get the ransom?”

Seeing Jonathan was just a child, Scarface sneered, “Who said anything about ransom? Does your mother even have that much money?”

They weren’t after a ransom?

“My mommy doesn’t have much money, but my daddy does,” Jonathan replied, widening his eyes. “If you’re not doing this for money, why kidnap me? On TV, kidnappers always ask for money.”

Scarface laughed, patting Jonathan’s shoulder. “Kid, don’t blame me. Your mother offended someone, and I was hired to teach her a lesson.”

Jonathan was puzzled. Mommy offended someone?

“My mommy’s really nice. Who did she offend?”

“You’re trying to get information, aren’t you?” Scarface looked suspicious.

Realizing his mistake, Jonathan quickly feigned ignorance. “Mister, what does that mean?”

Scarface, finally dismissing his suspicions, said, “Didn’t you need to pee? Come with me.”

Though chatting with a child seemed harmless, Scarface avoided revealing too much.

After letting Jonathan relieve himself, he tied him up again upon returning to the factory.

Hours passed, and Cecilia hadn't called. Scarface found this odd.

“Does she not care about her son’s life?”

His client’s instructions were to teach Cecilia a lesson, but how could they if she didn't seem to care?

Scarface looked at the innocent boy. Checking the photo again to confirm they had the right child, he waited.

“Mister, I’m bored. Can I play with your phone?” Jonathan asked; his smartwatch had been confiscated.