Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419

Jake’s POV

I only came home to shower and change, but even that had been long enough for both of my parents to step into the hallway and block me from leaving.

“You need to rest,” Mom said.

“You are only making things more difficult for yourself by pushing yourself like this,” Dad said. “Your enforcers are out there. You need a break.”

I shook my head. “Claire and Sienna could be out there right now plotting something against Amelia. I can’t just stay here and do nothing while they get a head start.”

“You won’t be able to help anyone if you are too exhausted to move,” Mom said with more determination than she usually showed. Typically, she left the scolding to Dad. This time though, she seemned extra dedicated to making me see her side of things.

Truthfully, I was tired. Even my brain was running on empty, slowing my reaction times and making me somewhat groggy.

I was also frustrated to the hells and back.

I really thought that Ian had been responsible in some way for the escape. At the very least, I had been certain that he was hiding the fugitives. But as much as I searched, neither me nor my enforcers could find any evidence of that.

There were no scent trails. No sightings. If the fugitives were hiding on Ian’s family’s estate, then they were being incredibly stealthy about it, more so even than they had ever been before.

This wasn’t a group known for their subtlety, so I didn’t know what to think.

I tried to space out my search to other places, not wanting to focus on Ian only to be caught unawares if the group was hiding somewhere else. But even stretched thin, searching everywhere we could think of, my enforcers and I kept coming up empty.

People didn’t just disappear! Yet Claire and Sienna seemed to do just that. It was absolute infuriating, and it made me want to break things.

Maybe I really did need some rest.

“Maybe I can take a nap,” I said. “But only for a few minutes.”

Mom nodded, and Dad seemed satisfied.

“When you wake up, there’s another matter I want to bring to your attention,” Mom said.

“Lillian,” Dad scolded lightly. “Now isn’t the time.”

“Maybe you’re right, but… I can’t help but worry, Martin.”

“What is it?” I asked.

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Chapter 419

“When you get up from you nap,” Mom tried to say.

I shook my head. “Tell me now, or I won’t be able to rest.”

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Mom considered this for a moment and then nodded. “I’ve noticed that one of the oldest servants Ruth has gone missing. She’s been with us for many years, do you remember her?”

I did, vaguely. At least I thought I had some sense of who that might be. The servants generally didn’t make themselves overly known. It was their job to blend into the background and go unseen, and we hired the very

best here at my estate.

“How long has she been missing?” I asked.

“A few days, at least,” Lillian said, then furrowed her brow, looking guilty for being unable to remember for sure.

“She’s an older woman, right?” I asked. “She might have had a medical emergency. Did you check in at the hospitals?”

“I did, but they don’t have records of her.”

“Maybe she went to visit family,” I said. Any other time, I might have given this more thought and effort than I was currently doing, but the fact of the matter was, I had far too much on my plate right now than to worry about a missing servant.

“Mom,” I said, “You are free to look into this as much as you want, but I just don’t have time for it right now. I’m sure you can understand.”

Mom pressed her lips hard together. “Yes. I do. I’ll… take care of it.”

Nodding, I quickly dismissed this concern and walked past them for my power nap. I wouldn’t let myself stay distracted for very long.

Sienna’s POV

Ian was somewhat evasive, especially during the day but often at night too.

I had thought, now that we had slept together and were something of a couple, that we would continue to be together. Yet, whenever I tried to sit beside Ian on the couch, he would stand and move to the chair. Whenever I reached for his hand to hold it, he would bat mine away.

Worse, sometimes as we were sitting there, even around the table for dinner, with other servants ready and waiting to serve him nearby, he would look at me and say, “Sienna, refill my wine.”

Not even a please.

Just a command.

I loved him so much that I stood and did it, retrieving the bottle and pouring his glass. When I finished, he didn’t

say thank you.

Instead, he said, “You gave me too much.”

I placed the bottle next to his hand. How much I wanted to snap at him, pour it yourself next time then! Instead, I swallowed down the words, not wanting to upset him.

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This was the man I loved, after all, and I finally had him.

I had to stay on his good side, wanting to keep him.

I’d never been loved before. Surely these growing pains were just a part of the adjustment period, right?

That night, I had thought that we would make love again. When I earlier asked Ian about it, he had winked at me, which I took as a resounding yes.

Yet, went I sneaked upstairs and went to his bedroom, his door was locked.

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