Chapter 1162
However, besides Ryan, who else was there?
“I’m sorry I didn’t look after Lillian properly.” Fabian apologized solemnly.
Madeline did not blame him either as she knew that Fabian had always been good to Lillian.
At this moment, Madeline’s phone rang.
The call was from an unfamiliar number. She answered it decisively without hesitation.
The other party was straightforward. “Is this Eveline? Your daughter is in my hands now. If you don’t want your daughter to be hurt, you’d better be ready to transfer 20 million to my designated account. I’ll notify you later on the specific time.”
Thinking that it might be a kidnapping case, Madeline kept calm.
“Eveline, did you hear?” The other party thought Madeline did not hear him, so he impatiently urged. “Do you not believe that your daughter is in my hands? Then I’ll let her say just a few words to her mother now.”
After the kidnapper’s words fell, Madeline’s heart seemed to burn in discomfort.
Her Lillian could not speak.
“Little thing, call out to your mommy! Hurry up!” the man ordered fiercely.
However, Lily did not make any sound. The man suddenly became annoyed and wanted to use violence to force Lily to speak.
Madeline also had a foreboding and hurriedly said, “I believe my daughter is in your hands! Don’t touch my daughter or speak loudly to her. I’ll prepare the money.”
Noting that Madeline was frank, the kidnapper felt a little skeptical. “You didn’t even hear her voice and already you believe what I said?”
“Yes, I believe you.” Madeline clenched her fists, her heart feeling as if it was being stabbed. “Don’t force my daughter to speak. She can’t speak.”
“What? Is she a mute?” the kidnapper sneered in surprise.
Madeline’s eyes darkened, but her tone was stern and domineering. “Remember what I just said. If you hurt even a hair on my daughter, I’ll definitely double it back on you. By then, forget the money, you guys can also stop wishing to get out of this with your bodies intact.”
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