Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 773

Chapter 773 Drag Him Down

Cedrick lowered his gaze and stroked his son's head while saying seriously, “Keep Gwenny's disappearance a secret for now. I don't want it to cause panic in Salinsburgh. Besides, I've arranged for Swain to conduct a comprehensive investigation on this matter. So far, there are two phones found, and their data are getting recovered. We'll be getting some results tomorrow.”

Even though he was feeling conflicted, he still did a great job in planning all of that.

Charles listened silently and mulled over it before saying, “So you're planning to wait until tomorrow morning? For the results?”

Cedrick said nothing, but his silence was a tacit agreement to Charles' words.

It had been a long night, and investigation results needed time to be produced. Not to mention the other party had many tricks up their sleeves and were familiar with Salinsburgh. They could hide themselves perfectly without making any mistakes.

Waiting was all he could do.

Charles' expression grew more solemn when he saw Cedrick falling silent.

The paper in his hands was getting crumpled as he endured his emotions in silence.

He could not remain there without doing anything when there was a possibility of Gwendolyn already hurt.

Charles was not as patient as Cedrick.

At that, Charles stood up, put down the report, and turned around to leave.

Puzzled by Charles' sudden actions, Nico called out, “Charles! It's midnight, and there isn't much that can be done. What are you trying to do?”

Charles halted and said in a determined tone without turning around, “To have one more person involved means we'll have one more solution. Since Cedrick wants to investigate the matter lawfully, I'll do it the other way.”

With that, he marched out of the room, leaving the door to close behind him with a thud.

Just like that, the office fell into complete silence.

Cedrick focused on watching over the children, his gaze dark and inscrutable.

Although Cedrick did not blame himself in public, Nico, who had been working with the former for over ten years, knew him well to understand what he was feeling.

Having no intent of exposing his superior, Nico got up, straightened his clothes, and said seriously, “Cedrick, you've had a long night and have been drinking. You should get some rest and not burn yourself out. You're still needed to take care of the children. I'll go look for Swain and work with him to speed up the investigation.”

Cedrick merely pursed his lips and nodded in response, suppressing the overwhelming despondency he was feeling.

Soon, the next day arrived.

Cedrick had only gotten two hours of sleep because Benedict had to be taken to the laboratory for his IV therapy. Hence, he helped the children wash up on time.

When they were ready, Cedrick got a police officer to deliver breakfast from the Federal Bureau of Investigation's cafeteria and then fed the children patiently.

However, Zendaya had only taken two sips of the soy milk when she frowned and stuck her tongue out.

“Daddy, the food here is horrible. I still like your cooking better.”

Alas, the comments only fell on deaf ears. Cedrick ate his food as if he was on autopilot; he had not registered a single word Zendaya said.

“Daddy?” Zendaya called out, her head tilted in confusion. Just then, Benedict stopped her.

“Don't be picky. You're lucky to have food to eat. Didn't you hear what Daddy said last night? Mommy and Daddy will be busy for the next few days, and they won't be available to take care of us. Let's be more sensible and not give Daddy any more trouble.”

“Oh... Okay.”

Zendaya pouted unhappily and picked up her fork to continue eating. From then on, she did not comment about the food.

Not sleeping well the whole night had given Cedrick a terrible complexion and obvious dark circles under his eyes.

The sight made Benedict feel bad, so he gave his father his fried egg.

“Daddy, I don't feel like eating eggs. The IV drips messed up my appetite. I only feel like drinking water now. Can you help me eat it?”

Snapping back to reality, Cedrick patted his son's head and asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Do you feel nauseous?”

Benedict shook his head. “I'm okay. I just can't eat the egg because of the smell, but I don't want to waste it. You should eat more.”

“Okay.” Cedrick smiled and ate the egg he got from Benedict.