Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again novel Chapter 85

William’s POV:

I was steadily awoken by an odd noise outside my bedroom. Ignoring it, I reached over to touch Caroline, only to find the spot where she once lay completely empty.

That woke me up in an instant, and soon I was sitting up straight in my bed and staring at the empty space. “Caroline?” I called out, hoping she was just in the bathroom, but I got no reply.

Did she try to leave the villa? No, why would she? Perhaps she was just worried about George and snuck out to make sure he was safe and sound.

I was agitated by the prospect of her visiting George when I explicitly told her not to, but I couldn’t be too angry. Caroline seemed to genuinely care for George, and seeing her care for my son warmed my heart in a way I couldn’t quite describe.

Stepping out of bed and trudging over to George’s room, I curiously noticed that the light was on. So Caroline really had snuck out to see George, hadn’t she? With a tired sigh, I walked in to confront her and catch her red-handed.

“Caroline, didn’t I tell you that Laura would look after—?” Upon stepping inside, I was startled to notice George’s crib thrown to the floor and without George or Caroline in sight. Laura also wasn’t there, and soon a feeling of unease was crawling down my back.

Surely it wasn’t true what Laura had accused Caroline of. Caroline wouldn’t actually hurt George, would she?

Although I wanted to believe that my son was perfectly safe and that this was all some big misunderstanding, I let my panic get the better of me. Rushing to my room, I pressed the security alarm, calling all my hired attendants to the living room.

Venturing down to the living room, I took a look at the lot of them and noticed that Laura was strangely absent. “Has anyone seen Caroline, Laura, or my son?” A stark silence filled the room and heads were shaken.

I felt an anger climb up my chest, and I fought to suppress it. I had Gerald fetch me a glass of water to help calm me down. “I see. And who was in charge of the night watch tonight?” I demanded.

One of the security guards I hired spoke up with a stutter. “It was me, sir,” he confessed, a distinct tremble in his voice.

I glared at him harshly as I could barely tamper down my anger. I snatched the glass from Gerald, saying to the guard, “And you didn’t see anyone leave the villa? What am I paying you for if you aren’t even doing your job?”