Chapter 804 Leave the clues

"But it's been two hours, and the negotiation should have come to a conclusion..." Chris knew his wife so well. Even if Spencer wanted to delay the time, she would not let the conversation continue in a procrastination. Two hours was too much long time.

Helena couldn't help frowning slightly when she heard this, and the worry in her heart was even greater.

"No, I'm going down to check the situation!" Finally, Chris couldn't wait anymore, turned around and walked towards the door. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Mom is back!" Helena exclaimed excitedly, and hurried to the door to open it, but what she saw after opening the door was not Esmae, but a cafe waiter in uniform, holding Esmae's handbag in his hand. Helena recognized it at a glance.

"Hello, are you Ms. Wilson's family? Her handbag is left in the coffee shop." The waiter said politely as he handed the handbag to Helena.

"Where's my mother?!" Helena didn't take the handbag, but asked the waiter with wide eyes.

"Ms. Wilson just left with a few men." The waiter didn't know why, but told Helena what he saw.

"What?!" Chris behind her exclaimed, and the next second he rushed over. "You said she left with them?!"

"Yes." The waiter didn't understand Chris and Helena's fierce reaction, and took a step back in fear.

"Was she taken away by a rather handsome man in a suit and leather shoes?!" Helena asked anxiously as she stepped forward and pulled his collar regardless of his fear.

The waiter moved uncomfortably. The woman in front of him was so glamorous. If such a woman approached him normally, he would feel that he was very lucky, but being pulled by the collar was not a pleasant thing. He replied softly,

"It's not counted as taking away... I saw Ms. Wilson voluntarily leaving behind them..."

Helena turned her head to look at her father when she heard the words. The eyes of both of them had the same light, and they immediately understood what happened.

Chris was quite polite, let Helena let go of the waiter, took the handbag and sent him away. After the door was closed, he said to his daughter,

"Go to Arthur right away!"

When Chris and Helena came to the villa to tell Edwin and Arthur that Esmae was taken away by Spencer, Sophie collapsed instantly.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"How could Esmae go with him!?" Sophie cried out heartbroken.

Edwin and Arthur also looked very heavy. Esmae's move was too reckless.

Chris was suppressing his worry, but no matter how he suppressed it, there was a lingering worry on his brows. He said,

"Esmae has been blaming herself since the accident with Lucia and the baby. She must know how dangerous it is for her to go with Spencer, but even if there is only a ten thousandth chance of seeing Lucia and the baby, she will go..."

When Chris said these words, everyone's mood became more solemn, and Sophie's eyes turned red.

"Arthur," Sophie said with a choked voice, grabbing Arthur's arm, "You send someone to find her. Maybe they haven't left yet!"

Arthur didn't move, just frowning tightly.

"Arthur?! Why are you not moving?!" Seeing that Arthur didn't respond, Sophie asked him angrily.

"Mrs. Davies," Chris glanced at Arthur and explained,

"Since Spencer dared to take Esmae away openly, he must have made complete preparations in advance. Even if we look for her now, I'm afraid we won't be able to find them." Chris said exactly what Arthur was thinking.

Sophie was greatly shocked, let go of Arthur's hand, lowered her head and muttered sadly,

"Why is Esmae so stupid..."

Helena felt heartbroken when she heard Sophie's words. She stretched out her arms to hug her, and her voice choked with sobs,

"Auntie, don't worry. Spencer doesn't dare to do anything to my mother. He still needs her to agree to cooperate with him. He should..."

As she spoke, Helena choked up and couldn't make it up anymore. It was her mother who was taken away, so she was no less worried than others.

Sophie was so gentle. Seeing Helena collapsed, she wiped away her tears and quickly comforted her. The two sat on the sofa and wept, making the solemn atmosphere even more sad.

Women were inherently sentimental, and at this time, men can't even mess with themselves.

Chris was still calm, but occasionally he caught a glimpse of his daughter crying from the corner of his eye, which made his heart ache.

"Ms. Wilson went with Spencer. Is there another purpose?" Arthur suddenly brought up this idea after calming down.

"Tell me." Chris hurriedly asked Arthur what he meant.

"Although I don't know much about Ms. Wilson, bystanders can tell. In my opinion, if there's no room for return, Ms. Wilson will never leave with Spencer rashly. Even if she leaves, she should leave you some kind of message. Maybe you just haven't thought of it for a while." Arthur analyzed seriously, and his words were approved by Chris.

"Indeed, Esmae is anxious to outdo others, so why would she be willing to let Spencer dictate her?" Chris mused, "We must have missed something!"

Edwin felt that Arthur's words were very reasonable, and he asked Chris,

"Can you think of anything?"

Chris thought hard for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly. "I can't think of anything at the moment... There is nothing unusual in the handbag sent back by the waiter."

"We don't have much contact with Ms. Wilson, and we know very little," Arthur said frankly, "At this time, you can only try to remember if you missed something."

"I know..." Chris now really hated himself for not having a complete memory bank where he can search for key clues at once.

"I'll try my best to recall! Helena, you also think about it if you have any clues."

Helena raised her head, and heard their conversation just now, but she was also at a loss. After wiping her tears with her hand, Helena said firmly,

"Well, we'll definitely figure out what mother left behind!"

Chris and Helena still had no clue until the next day, and by this time nearly twenty-four hours had passed since Esmae was taken away.

Chris, who had always paid the most attention to his own image, rarely did not wash up, and beard appeared on his chin. His hair was even more messy. He had obviously scratched it countless times, but he just can't think of anything.

Chris had never hated his powerlessness so much.

As soon as Helena entered the room, what she saw was her father's distraught appearance.