Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Marco didn’t stay still, he immediately moved quickly to contact Pedro and instructed him to come with orders to other guards to immediately search for Letta’s whereabouts, as well as Freya to check the last car Letta had been in. Eventually, Pedro came to face Marco, looking very disheveled with his work clothes clinging to his body, even though it was already late at night.

“Forgive me, I still haven’t been able to find the car driven by Madam,” Pedro said, who had been directly instructed by Marco to move, but faced obstacles, making it slightly difficult for Pedro to trace the car previously recorded by CCTV at Marco’s house.

“Hand over all the guards we have, or if necessary, hire any detective to find Letta and Freya’s whereabouts. I don’t want to let them stay out there for too long. What if something bad happens to them, suddenly they’re kidnapped, or suddenly they get lost out there,” Marco said, trying to think positively, although coldly, Marco could already guess that this was not under someone’s coercion, but purely because Letta had already planned her departure with several bags that had been sent earlier.

“But there’s good news, Sir. I’ve found the pick-up truck that carried the bags previously sent by Madam to the orphanage,” Pedro said, making Marco immediately look at him.

“Then what’s the result?” Marco asked.

“It turns out it was a rental car, and after I inquired, it turns out it was rented by a middle-aged man of 50 years. After tracing him, he’s just a taxi driver who has no idea his identity was used to rent the car,” Pedro said, making Marco rub his face roughly.

“That means she planned it far enough in advance and very skillfully. Didn’t you check the CCTV around the rental place?” Marco asked, making Pedro shake his head.

“Unfortunately, there’s no CCTV around the rental place. However, outside of our investigation today, I got some facts about Madam,” Pedro said, making Marco furrow his brow.

“Tell me everything, tell me everything you’ve found out about my wife,” Marco said, clenching his fists.

“When Madam met Miss Arabella at her boutique, I found out that Miss Arabella had previously inquired about Abian’s identity. After that, Miss Arabella also instructed Abian to come to the boutique on the same day when Madam Letta was there,” Pedro explained, leading Marco to grasp the conclusion from his subordinate’s report.

“That means Arabella facilitated Letta to meet Abian in her boutique?” Marco asked, making Pedro nod.

“Correct, Sir,” Pedro replied.

“Then, what happened next?” Marco asked again.

“And the second promise, when she said Madam was at the hospital. There, Miss Arabella was indeed checking her health, but besides that, they were also looking for a middle-aged woman who had previously harmed Madam Letta. She is Merry, Sean’s mother, whom we made disappear, and it turns out Madam managed to meet Merry,” Pedro said again, making Marco rub his face roughly.

“So, in conclusion, they already know everything, and her memory has returned?” Marco asked, turning his back to Pedro, who now only stood silent. And the next moment, Pedro could only stand without moving at all, as Marco began to rage in front of him. Marco tossed everything on his desk, throwing the crystal glass against the wall behind him. He screamed hysterically upon realizing the fact that Letta likely had regained her memory, and her departure this time was truly to leave him.

“Q.. quick! Use everything you have to find my wife and my daughter, wherever they are, you have to get them! I don’t want to hear that you can’t track them down,” Marco said breathlessly, making Pedro nod. After that, Pedro left Marco’s room, the old man seemed to have truly lost control at this moment.

Meanwhile, Desi, who was downstairs, could only tighten her grip. It turns out, their conversation a few days ago in the garden, where it was Letta’s last concern for her, made her feel a little choked up. Even though if Letta had disclosed all her plans, Desi was willing to be her servant and voluntarily follow her wherever she went to take care of herself and Freya.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

However, Letta left her alone in the house, rubbing her face roughly. Desi chose to go back into her room. Somehow, Letta’s advice immediately came to Desi’s mind. Should she really leave the big house and seek her own happiness, Desi wondered, staring at the suitcase she hadn’t used in God knows how many years.

Meanwhile, in his office, Marco could only sit on the floor, running his hands through his hair in frustration. How could he be so careless, how could he not sense his wife’s intention to leave him? Could it be that her recent behavior was because she truly had regained her memory? That meant Letta was fed up with him again, remembering how cruel he used to be to her.

Until finally, a name crossed Marco’s mind, a name responsible for all of this, causing him to ignore the time. He immediately grabbed his car keys and hurriedly descended the stairs, disregarding the greetings of several guards. He sped off to Arabella’s residence. Marco didn’t care even if Arabella was currently resting because he knew tomorrow was the day Arabella would depart for Paris.

Eventually, driving at high speed and parking his car recklessly in front of Arabella’s house, Marco strode forward, ignoring the shouts of the guards stationed in front of the house.

“Where is Arabella?” Marco demanded.

“Sorry, Sir. Please calm down, it’s early morning,” the guard said, as Marco brushed his hand away.

“Let me go! Quickly, get Arabella right now,” Marco said, heading straight for the main door and pounding on it with all his might.

“Arabella, come out! You have to take responsibility for everything you’ve done!” Marco shouted, continuing to loosen the door, ignoring the guards who were starting to look panicked at his behavior. Marco didn’t care that his voice would echo everywhere. All he needed was to confront Arabella and question her actions. Finally, Arabella opened the large door, wearing only a sleeping robe that now wrapped her body.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you not know what time it is? You’ve disturbed my sleep,” Arabella said, seemingly unfazed by Marco’s actions. He immediately grabbed Arabella’s wrist, causing her to wince in pain.

“What have I done?” Arabella exclaimed, prompting the guards around her to attempt to intervene. When Marco shot them a sharp look, they halted.

“Don’t come near me if you don’t want to be the target of my anger,” Marco said, making Arabella glance at the guards and nod her head.

“Release me first before we talk,” Bela said, finally causing Marco to release her roughly.

“Tell me what’s made you so angry and come here at the crack of dawn like this,” Arabella said.

“Where is Letta?” Marco asked, causing Arabella to furrow her brow.

“What do you mean? Why are you looking for your wife in my house?” Arabella said, and the next moment, with a hardened jaw, Marco yelled right in Arabella’s face.

“I’m asking where you’re hiding my wife, what you’ve done, and planned with her that made her run away from me,” Marco said, making Arabella now understand what was happening with him.

“So, she finally left you?” Arabella asked with a flat expression and a tone that sounded like mockery in Marco’s ears.

“So, you already knew that Letta was going to leave me,” Marco said, making Arabella shrug nonchalantly.

“Who knows, I was just guessing. Judging from everything you’ve done, if I were Letta, I’d do the same. How could I endure a man who had mistreated and lied to me for his own happiness? Let it go. Don’t you feel any affection for that woman?” Arabella said, making Marco smile wryly.

“Are you now avenging your heartache because I discarded you?” Marco asked, making Arabella laugh instead.

“Come on, I never thought as narrow-minded as you. I’m just showing kindness to your wife. And the pitiful one here should be yourself. Do you think you’ve been giving Letta happiness all this time? You’re gravely mistaken. You should start realizing what your biggest mistake is. Instead of getting angry and telling all the guards to find Letta. What will you do after you find her? Will you drag Letta back home? Do you think that will make Letta like you again and live happily with you? That’s a big mistake. It makes you like the demon who once tormented her,” Arabella said, leaving Marco speechless. Somehow, her words reverberated in Marco’s ears, leaving him stunned as all the truths and faults pointed back to himself.