Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again novel Chapter 81

Caroline’s POV:

“George? William? Where are you?” I cried out, rushing from room to room in search of the pair. Was I too late? Had the nanny already taken George? Where was William?

My heart pounded as I searched high and low for them, terrified that I was too slow and that something terrible had come to pass.

I had to have searched every room twice, and by the time I was finally coming to accept that the nanny had already carried out Sophia’s awful plan, a curious voice interrupted my racing thoughts.

“Miss Caroline?” croaked an aged voice. It was a familiar one I hadn’t heard in quite a while. I spun on my heel (the good one) to see Gerald, the butler. It was relieving to see a face I knew I could trust, but more importantly, cradled safe in his arms was little George. He smiled gummily at me and waved his little arms around with a giggle.

I placed a hand to my pounding heart, sighing in great relief that George was safe and sound. Without thinking, I strolled over to the infant and placed a tender kiss to his head, something that amused him greatly, if the giggles were anything to go by.

He raised his soft little arms and made grabby hands at me, asking to be picked up and held by me. “Of course, dear. Come over here.”

I gingerly lifted George from Gerald’s hands, which he didn’t protest. After placing George on a cocked hip and doting over his joyous little smile, I threw a glance over to the butler. “I haven’t seen you in the past couple days. You’ve sure missed a lot of drama.”

Gerald chuckled fondly, a twinkle in his eye as he watched me handle George like a real mother would. “Yes, well, I had asked for leave for the past few days.”

“That’s nice,” I replied, only making small talk as the gears in my head wound with confusion. “Wait, why are you with George?” Shouldn’t George be with William? Why was he leaving the child care to the butler when his own son had only just been poisoned?

“Ah, I only got here half an hour ago, you see,” he answered simply. “Master William asked me to watch over little George here while he attended to something.”

He attended to something? What could be more important than his own son? I wondered bitterly. “Did he say what it was?” I asked, a little curious. More so I needed to tell William what was happening with Sophia and the nanny.