Chapter 780 Threatened Call

"Ms. Webb, it's time for Mr. Davies to meet you," said the guard as he opened the door and saw Lucia.

Without expression or emotion, Lucia looked sideways at her daughter and walked out of the room. Before moving on, she said to the guard,

"Keep an eye on her. If she wakes up when I come downstairs..."

"I'll let you know as soon as the baby wakes up," the guard replied.

Lucia glanced warningly at the guard before walking down the stairs, not because she trusted the guard, but she was sure that Spencer wouldn't do anything to them for a while.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, Lucia saw a row of guards in the living room, each of them standing ready. She could not help but sneer. Was it necessary for them to look at her like that? Strolling down the stairs, the guard saw her and came up to her,

"Ms. Webb, here's your cell phone."

Lucia took the phone slowly, staring at the phone without making a move.

"Ms. Webb..." the guard's tone was suggestive.

"I see. What's the hurry!?" said Lucia unhappily, and the guard immediately lowered his head and stopped talking.

Slowly seated on the couch, Lucia dialed the familiar number under the watchful eye and turned on the speakerphone as previously requested.

"Hello, can I help you?" Esmae's voice came through as the call went through.

Lucia shivered slightly at the familiar voice and, struggling to control her emotions, let out a silent sigh of relief before she said,

"Aunt, it's me, Lucia."

"Lucia?!" Esmae's voice rose several pitches at once, so much so that Chris, who was sitting next to her, started to jump that she whispered to her husband,

"It's Lucia!"

"Ask her where she is." Chris thought Lucia had stolen the phone to contact them.

"Lucia, where are you now? How about the baby? Are you safe?" Esmae asked anxiously.

"Of course we're safe," Lucia said slowly, raising her eyes to the guard who was standing straight in front of her, ready to snatch the phone.

"That night, I was too impulsive. Not only did I disobey you, but I also wanted to leave with the baby at all costs. After that... Spencer was afraid that I was being too stubborn, so he sent us here to relax..." Lucia was disgusted with every word that came out of her mouth, and that was the lie that Spencer had taught her, to appease Esmae. To her indignation and frustration, she had to do what he said for the child's safety!

At Lucia's words, Esmae was silent. She turned to her husband, and their eyes met.

"Lucia," Esmae said calmly, "Did Spencer threaten you into saying that?"

Lucia can't wait to say yes! However, the guard in front of her took a step toward her. Perhaps he had already snatched the phone away before she could say anything, so Lucia could only smile bitterly, but her words were extremely pleasant.

"Why? You know he won't give me a hard time."

In the old days, Esmae would have been happy to hear Lucia say that, but now she didn't believe it! owns this text.

"Lucia, don't worry," Chris said, "We'll figure it out."

As soon as Chris finished speaking, the guard made a silent gesture at Lucia, apparently under orders not to let her continue.

Lucia frowned and fought back with her eyes. The guard pointed to the stairs. Lucia's eyes darkened and she said,

"The baby's crying. Auntie, Uncle Chris, we'll talk next time."

As soon as Lucia finished speaking, the guard took the phone away and without hesitation pressed the hang-up button.

Lucia was furious. She hadn't heard her aunt say goodbye!

"Don't go too far!" said Lucia, standing up. Lucia's eyes were burning with anger.

"Ms. Webb, please go back to your room," the guard said, looking down politely at Lucia, in a manner that was far removed from his disrespectful attempt to grab the phone.

Lucia was angry, but she didn't want to be angry with the people who were following Spencer's orders, so she simply turned around and went upstairs.

On the other side, Chris had already told Helena about Lucia's phone call, and after hearing the whole thing, Helena said, "It was definitely Spencer's plan. Mom, Dad, look, it's not Lucia's phone number at all!"

"Of course I know..." Esmae said in a low voice. There was a hint of bitterness in her eyes. No one knew better than she did. If it wasn't for the coercion, why would Lucia be willing to call Spencer Davies 'Spencer'? The thought that she might have been held captive while on the phone made Esmae feel even more guilty.

"Spencer knows that we have already guessed that he's the one who has taken Lucia into custody, and that he's going to do it anyway!" Oblivious to her mother's expression, Helena continued to scold with righteous indignation.

But Chris felt sorry for his wife. He put his hand on Esmae's shoulder and said,

"At least we know that Lucia and the baby are okay. Spencer isn't that crazy."

"But what if he's willing to give Lucia back her freedom only if he asks too much?" Helena frowned and asked her father, "Spencer isn't a trustworthy person. Even if we agree to his demands, he might not be able to keep them. Besides..."

Helena was at a loss for words. She turned to her mother and asked her in a soft voice, "Mom, will you let Lucia leave him, even if Lucia has to go back to Arthur?"

Esmae looked up slowly at Helena, a self-reproach growing in her that had been on her mind since yesterday.

"As long as Lucia and the baby are safe, I really don't mind anything."

Now, when Lucia and the baby were in real danger, Esmae realized that her children's safety was more important than any hatred or grudge.

"Mom!" She really didn't expect Esmae to suddenly understand everything at this moment. Helena called out to her excitedly and threw herself into her mother's arms regardless of the fact that she was 5. 8 feet tall. She hugged her tightly.

Esmae put her arms around her daughter and looked up at her husband with her slightly red eyes. She knew what was right.

As the night sank, Arthur sat alone in the living room and stared blankly at the coffee table. Jack and the others were seriously injured and needed to be taken care of. Helena was waiting for news, so he did not blindly go out to look for Lucia and their daughter. But while his body was settled, his mind was not

His mind was like a myriad of ants scratching, every moment letting him not calm down.

Lucia... Where are you...?