Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 145 The New Year's Eve

Chapter 145 The New Year's Eve

Frank also bought a new set of clothes for Ethan.

The children were all happy, shouting, "It's the New Year." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Avery didn't expect that she would spend New Year's Eve on a special island with a group of strangers.

And Ethan was in her arms.

After dinner, as soon as it got dark, the children gathered to set off fireworks. Even Ethan had two

sparklers stuffed in his hands.

Avery had taken many photos of him in the past few days, and her phone had run out of battery.

Luckily, Frank came back with a charger connected to a solar panel. Her phone was then charged up.

As Avery pressed the shutter, the corners of her mouth curved up.

For a moment, she forgot about the pain of being imprisoned by Jacob. She just wanted to indulge

herself in happiness.

"Avy, come and set off firecrackers with us."

"Sure."

Firecrackers soared into the sky, and beneath the dazzling fireworks were the joyful faces of the

children.

Unlike their joyous days, in the study room of the Hill Mansion...

Jacob smashed the ashtray in front of him onto the ground. So far, no news had come from his

networks.

First, the identities of those people couldn't be traced, and secondly, their whereabouts were unknown.

He thought the other party would quickly make demands, but to his surprise, it had been five days

without any follow-up.

He couldn't understand why the other party would take such a risk to abduct his child but not come to

him to negotiate for greater benefits.

Not only was the whereabouts of the child unknown, but Avery, who had followed them, was in an

unknown condition.

Jacob's eyes were bloodshot. In the past few days, he had slept for a few hours.

But finding those people with no leads was mission impossible.

If the other party was his enemy, he would have been informed of Ethan's death.

If it was kidnapping, why hadn't they demanded ransom after a whole week?

It was New Year's Eve tonight, and everyone was celebrating with their loved ones, while he went up to

the terrace alone, allowing the snowflakes to cover him.

"Mr. Hill, you should rest." John put a coat on him.

Jacob looked at the swirling snowflakes under the streetlight, a touch of loneliness passing over his

gaunt face. His voice was hoarse. "John, what should I do if something happens to them?"

What should he do?

At this moment, any comforting words felt like daggers, tormenting his wounds.

John could only repeat, "God will bless Mrs. Hill and Mr. Ethan. They will be fine."

Jacob lit a cigarette, smoke swirling in the wind and snow. His voice was low. "I thought I would be

happy if she died. But when she jumped out of the window, I realized I was wrong. I'm more afraid of

her leaving than anyone else."

John didn't respond. Jacob answered himself, self-absorbed, "She once asked me if I would be happy

if she died. I didn't have a chance to tell her that I didn't want her to die. I want her to live well!"

By now, Jacob had become somewhat mentally unstable. He clung tightly to John's hand, saying, "I

haven't told her the truth about the child yet, John. Do you think she sensed it, which is why she risked

everything to save Ethan every time?"

"Mr. Hill, you're exhausted. You need to get some rest."

John sighed helplessly. "I know you're deeply concerned about Mrs. Hill's and Mr. Ethan's safety, but if

you collapse, who will be able to save them if the criminals appear?"