A thought struck her, and she quickly called Hamilton.
"Theodore… did he go after the killers?"
Back at the station, an officer had rushed in, saying something about a lead on the group's whereabouts. Theodore hadn't reacted at the time, but perhaps after seeing Norton's body, his immense grief had transformed into a murderous rage.
"I know what to do."
Hamilton replied curtly and hung up.
Penelope's anxiety mounted. This gang of monsters had certainly killed more than just Norton. They were ruthless murderers, and Theodore was facing them alone…
The thought made her break out in a cold sweat.
Still worried, she called the officer in charge of the case again.
The officer was also shocked. "We'll keep an eye out for him."
Penelope was sick with worry, but all she could do was wait at the hotel.
That evening, Hamilton finally called Simon and told him to bring her to a specific location.
It had to be news about Theodore. Without a moment's hesitation, they rushed to the address Hamilton had sent.
It was a small village near the border. By the time they arrived, police had already surrounded a house. Hamilton and the others were there, pacing anxiously in the yard.
Penelope couldn't see Theodore and frantically asked what was going on.
"We received a tip that the killers were hiding in this village. As we moved in to apprehend them, the ringleader managed to escape in the chaos. Mr. Stapleton had secretly followed us. When he saw the leader get away, he chased him down and brought him here."
"Then why don't you go in?"
"He said if we enter, he'll kill the ringleader immediately."
Penelope tried to push the door open, but her movement was met with a blood-curdling scream from inside.
Panicked, she rushed in.
The room was dark, and the foul stench of blood hit her immediately.
She ignored it and stepped further inside. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw him. Theodore had tied up the criminal and was holding a knife, its blade already plunged into the man's body.
The man was screaming in agony, begging for his life.
"You're asking me to spare you, but did you spare my brother!" Theodore roared.
He pushed the knife deeper, preparing to gut the man entirely.
"Theodore, I'm pregnant!"

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