Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 69

But Sandra had barely taken a few steps when her clothes were firmly grabbed by Astrid. “You’re lying!

If you guys had snapped photos of me and my child, doesn’t that mean you can squeeze more money

out of me? I don’t believe that you would only take a few maternity shots and leave! Sandra, where is

my child? If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll kill you.” As she said this, Astrid’s hand tightened around

Sandra’s neck. Terrified, Sandra turned pale “Astrid, if you kill me, you’ll end up in jail!”

“Jail? Out here in the middle of nowhere, no cameras, no witnesses, if I kill you and dump you in the

nearby river the police won’t find any clues. They’ll assume you’ve met with an accident. What’s that

got to do with me? Astrid hissed into Sandra’s ear, her voice as chilling as a whisper from hell, causing

Sandra to go pale with fear.

“Your baby’s dead” Your baby’s dead! Sandra subdenly screamed.

Astrid s grip faltered, and Sandra seized the opportunity to break free and run. She glanced back at the

ashen–faced Astrid, feeling a surge of triumph,

Astrid felt a chill run through her, her lips quivering “You’re lying to me.”

“Why would he to you? On that night three and a half years ago, around eleven or so in the evening. I

saw a man dressed in black with a hood and mask carrying a baby running out. Then you chased after

him, yelling that your baby had been stolen! Think about it, if the baby was okay, why didn’t he cry in

such heavy rain? As Sandra said this, Astrid’s heart clenched.

She had never told anyone that her baby had been stolen. Sandra was able to describe the time and

place so clearly, so Sandra must have witnessed everything…

Astrid looked at Sandra, her eyes reddening. “You didn’t see his…body. Just because he didn’t cry,

doesn’t mean..doesn’t mean he’s dead.” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Actually Sandra knew the baby wasn’t dead. The baby had indeed been quiet at first, but had started to

whimper when being put into the car.

She had seen the man in black put the baby into a luxury car.

She didn’t know much about cars, but Vernon, being a car enthusiast who often read various car

magazines at home, had told her that the limited edition Rolls–Royce the baby was put into was worth

at least a

billion.

She didn’t know what the people in the car had to do with the baby, but she couldn’t let Astrid find the

baby. Because…she couldn’t give Astrid any leverage over her.

After some thought, Sandra put on a serious face and lied, “The baby is dead, I’m sure of it! I saw the

man throw the baby harshly on the ground, but the baby didn’t make any sound!”

On hearing this, Astrid almost fainted.

Her baby had a loud cry when He was born, and was a crybaby. Gracle had once joked that he would

definitely grow up to be a tenor. How could he possibly not make a sound when he was thrown?

Looking at the distraught Astrid, Sandra scoffed, reached out to take her phone.

“Trying to use the photos to threaten me? You don’t stand a chance!” Astrid sneered, bent down to pick

up a stone from a nearby flower bed, and smashed Sandra’s phone to pieces in a few strikes. Sandra

stared in disbelief at her shattered phone, babbling, “Astrid…you, you, you…

“You what? Get out of here!” Astrid shouted, and Sandra, frightened, scurried off.

Astrid had been prepared for the worst over the years of not finding her child.

She had considered that her child might already be dead.

After all, the Brooke family was powerful, how could they have falled to find any information after all

these years..

The thought of her child possibly being dead was too painful for Astrid to bear.

No matter how strong she seemed on the outside, she was vulnerable when it came to her child.

Despite the scorching sun, Astrid felt cold, her steps heavy, and walking was difficult.

She walked like a zombie to the supermarket, bought a ton of alcohol, and then went back to her hotel

room, all she wanted to do now was drink.

Elio had waited in the hotel for a while, but couldn’t help but worry, so he drove to the set to look for

her.

Before he could reach the hotel near the set, he received a message that Astrid had returned to her

room and was not in a good state.

He was very anxious, stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the set.

After getting out of the car, he called Astrid, but she didn’t answer, so he got the room key from the

front desk and went straight to her room.

As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit him.

There were bottles of alcohol all over the floor around her, and she was still chugging a bottle of vodka.

His heart clenched and he rushed over, snatching the bottle of alcohol from her and pulling her into his

arms. He looked down at the teary–eyed woman in his arms, and his heart ached. “Astrid, what

happened?

Astrid just sobbed silently, reaching up to grab Elio’s suit, leaning weakly against him, and whispered,

“Ello, I feel awful.”

Astrid’s choking sobs made Elio’s heart ache even more. He held her tighter, gently kissed her

forehead, and whispered, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

Astrid Irvine was sobbing in Elo Lampards are letting down all her guards