My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1101:

There was no real progress in the investigation yet, so no one scolded her. But no one comforted her either. Someone beside her tugged her sleeve and whispered, “If you’re going to cry, save it for later. We need to focus on finding Miss Campbell.”

The maid nodded quickly, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and stepped forward. “Officer, whatever you need from me—I’ll do it. Just please… help us find her.”

The police reviewed the hospital’s surveillance footage, but the results mirrored exactly what Kristopher’s team had uncovered—another dead end due to camera malfunction.

But unlike Kristopher, the Morrison family was not working from the shadows. They had come forward openly, legitimate reporters of a crime, with no reason to tread lightly or protect secrets.

Without hesitation, they requested the officers bring in the nurse who had accompanied Carrie during her check-up.

When the nurse arrived, she appeared anxious but launched into her explanation. She described running into another nurse near the restroom, then paused, frowning as she recalled the incident. “That nurse misunderstood. The doctor was not looking for me—it was a different nurse with the same first name. Because I showed up unexpectedly, he assumed I was the one who had messed up. So, he made me reorganize the prenatal check-up reports from yesterday before letting me leave.”

Reece watched her carefully, then turned his gaze to the officers, eyes sharp with suspicion.

One of the policemen scratched his brow, frustration seeping into his voice. “The surveillance cameras covering the restroom corridor are all down. According to her story, the maid left to move the car just as another nurse showed up. With no footage to verify any of it, even if she is lying, we cannot prove it.”

The nurse’s face paled. She looked between them all, eyes wide. “I am telling the truth! I went straight to the doctor. Ask him, ask the other nurses—some pregnant patients even saw me. I have an alibi. There is no way I had time to take Ms. Campbell away.”noveldrama

“What if you had help?!” the maid snapped, her voice rising with raw emotion. She did not pause to consider her words. “I never wanted to go move the car—you were the one who told me you would stay with Miss Campbell! That is why I left! I trusted you, and you lost her in minutes!”

Neither the officers nor the Morrison family stepped in to stop the argument. Sometimes, pressure cracked lies wide open.

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“I did not harm her!” the nurse cried, flustered and on edge. “That was the first time I met Ms. Campbell. Why would I target her?”

Reece stepped forward, his tone like steel dipped in ice. “Then prove it.”

He was usually gentle with those he cared about, soft-spoken and patient. But with Carrie’s safety hanging in the balance, he radiated authority, colder and heavier than even the uniforms surrounding him.

The nurse swallowed hard. “I—I remember what the other nurse looked like! You have sketch artists, right? I can describe her. I used to take sketching classes—I have a good memory for faces.”

The lead officer gave a curt nod to the younger cop beside him. “Take her to the sketch artist.”

Reece’s eyes narrowed. Something surfaced in his mind. He turned to the officer, his tone sharp with recollection. “What about that security guard? The one who claimed our car was blocking the ambulance bay? That spot is always clearly marked. My cousin has parked there many times. So have I. No one has ever said it was for ambulances.”

The officer nodded grimly. “We already sent someone to track him down, but he has not shown up yet. The other guards say they were not nearby at the time. So far, no one knows who told Ms. Campbell to move the car.”

Meanwhile, Carrie’s head throbbed like it had been cracked open from the inside. Waves of nausea rolled through her as her awareness slowly clawed its way back to the surface.

Darkness greeted her when she opened her eyes—thick, pressing darkness. The air felt stale. Every breath came shallow, as though the space around her had been folded in. She was trapped in something small, tight. Her body was curled into itself, her spine aching from the forced position.

She tried to move, to stretch, to lift a hand and ease the pounding in her temples—but the second she stirred, she felt the restraints. Her wrists and ankles were bound.

Her chest tightened. It was all too familiar. One thought struck her with the force of a lightning bolt, sharp and cold: It has happened again. Someone had taken her.

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