Jack stood in the heart of the lavish living room, his eyes drilling into the servants assembled before him. Unconsciously, a deep furrow etched itself onto his brow, and the air around him grew palpably colder. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles threatened to splinter.
So many people, yet not one could locate her!
The line of servants stood in rigid formation, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads, their heads bowed in deference, and their voices silenced in trepidation.
Observing the unfolding scene from the second-floor staircase, Yu Gubei had a comprehensive view of the situation. He watched as Jack's ire grew, a sardonic smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He signaled to Shao Zhuo, instructing him to escort him back to his room.
As the door closed behind them, Shao Zhuo couldn't help but inquire, "Young Master, the old lady is missing. Shouldn't we investigate?"
"Rest assured, we won't lose her. She's with Georgia."
Shao Zhuo couldn't help but ask, "How do you know?"
Amusement danced in Yu Gubei's eyes. "She inquired about Georgia's address yesterday. Where do you think she would go?"
"What's our next move?"
Gradually, the mirth in the man's eyes gave way to cold determination. He curled his lips and replied, "Shao Zhuo, don't you find it more intriguing to let events unfold naturally sometimes?"
Georgia had inadvertently visited Jinghua Hospital to check on Ye Wan'er. He had orchestrated everything, and the direction of events was firmly within his grasp. Consequently, he harbored no concerns.
Regardless of which woman Jack held dear—be it Georgia or Ye Wan'er—he possessed the means to make him suffer. It was only a matter of time.
Yu Gu gazed down at his immobile legs, his countenance darkening with each passing moment.
One day, he vowed to make Jack experience the torment of hell!
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"Mr. Jack, I've found her!"
Du Yue rushed over, speaking in hushed tones directly into Jack's ear.
"Where is she?"
"The last surveillance footage indicates that the old lady disembarked from a car in Georgia's neighborhood. If our deduction is correct, she should be at Georgia's residence."
Jack's brows knitted together, and his expression darkened. Without a word, he took a determined step forward and issued the command, "Let's go."
His grandmother had raised him. During the years when his parents were consumed with their busy lives, she had been his constant companion. In his heart, his grandmother was his most cherished family member.
En route to Georgia's home, Jack was plagued by a nagging question. "Didn't you question the servants? Who informed her about my divorce from Georgia?"
In principle, his grandmother should not have been privy to such information.
Du Yue replied while maneuvering the car, "I questioned the servants earlier, but none of them confessed."
Household staff typically refrained from spreading rumors or speaking out of turn, so how did his grandmother come to know?
Jack was skeptical, his thoughts veering in myriad directions. As the vehicle glided onto the main road, he retrieved his phone and dialed Georgia's number.
After several rings, a voice answered on the other end, the tone carrying a palpable chill. "Hello."
Hearing the impatience in her voice, Jack's brow furrowed instinctively as he inquired coldly, "Where is Grandma?"
At the other end of the line, Georgia, upon hearing his question, turned to glance at the elderly man with silver hair resting on her bed amidst the disarray of fallen flower petals. She responded with a soft "yes."
Jack's frown deepened, and his voice grew even colder as he pressed, "Then why didn't you call me?"