Chapter 205 - Eavesdropping (1/2)

”Can I get some garlic butter? I prefer my soup with it.” She asked her, raising her eyebrows a little.

”I know. They were in the oven when I came upstairs, they will be here in a minute or two.” Lillian replied to her calmly with her stoic face.

Stella nodded her head before dipping her spoon back into the bowl.

A little while later, maid entered the room with a plate in her hands. She placed it quietly on the folding table, next to her soup bowl. As the scent of the freshly baked garlic bread entered her nostrils, Stella felt her hunger acting up. She looked at the retreating back of the maid and stopped.

”Do we have more soup left? If yes, can you please bring me another bowl of it?” She added meekly as she tried to tuck the stray lock of her hair behind her ear but stopped when she saw the IV line move a bit.

”Give me five minutes, Young Miss. I will bring it over.” The maid uttered humbly before heading out of the room.

”Let me do that.” Lillian spoke up after the maid had left the room. Standing up from the chair, she walked towards the dressing table and started to open the drawers, one after the other, until she found what she was looking for. Walking back to the bed, she stopped right next to it. She carefully tucked the stray locks of Stella's hair behind her ear before securing them with two bobby pins.

Stella shifted her attention from her food to her and uttered a meek thank you to her, making Lillian roll her eyes in response.

Unbeknownst to the two women, two ears were pressed against the black oak wood door, eavesdropping on them.

”At least she's eating now.” Blake whispered to Wilson who just nodded his head in response. They were more worried about Stella than the man who was nowhere to be found at the moment. ”I think she will be fine for now, we should head downstairs.” He spoke again to the man next to him as he moved his ear away from the door.

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Inside the living room, Blake and Wilson were sitting on a sofa as they sipped on their coffees. It was already evening and there was still no news about Adam. His team members had been searching for him not only in the debris but the areas close to the site. Blake had already sent four more teams to the city right after he got the news of the incident.

His phone began to ring, pulling him out of his thoughts. He connected the call right away after seeing that it was from one of his men. He stayed quiet for a while as he listened to the man.

”What do you mean that you don't have a clue about him?” He yelled at the man through the phone, his voice booming inside the quiet living room. ”Are you trying to say that he disappeared into the sky? Or the earth engulfed him?”

”Continue looking for him. Expand your area of search.” Blake ordered him before disconnecting the call. He put down his phone, more like smacked it against the wooden table in frustration.

”What happened?” Wilson asked him with concern. Judging from Blake's expressions, he could tell that it wasn't some good news.

”They haven't found him yet. The good part is that they have checked through the rubble and he wasn't among those who were injured as well. They have checked with the hospitals and morgues as well.” He answered Wilson.

”Then why were you yelling at the poor man? Isn't that a good thing? It means that he's alive.” Wilson frowned in confusion.

”You haven't listened to the bad part yet.” Blake raises an eyebrow at him before continuing. ”If he's okay, then where is he? He didn't go back to the hotel or the office. You know why that worries me more? Because for all we know, there are high chances of him being in the claws of the person who did this.”