Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 220 The Police Can’t Be Trusted

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 The Police Can’t Be Trusted

Solace Health Center, VIP ward 15

Jett sat beside the hospital bed, his fingers drawing imaginary lines on Kelsie’s wrist while his right hand stroked her hair.

A knock sounded on the door at this moment before it was pushed open.

Eric stepped into the room almost immediately, strutting to stand behind Jett, hands clasped behind his back as he reported, "A video of you bringing Ms. Sutton to the hospital was uploaded to the internet five hours ago. Reporters have somehow figured out which hospital we’re at and have crowded the gate."

"Though our PR team is on it, calling to take down every shared video, the netizens have already made screen recordings that are currently being shared."

"Right now, a lot of them are digging through your life, trying to figure out who Ms. Sutton is."

"Paying off influencers could make it go away faster, but hacking into their devices would be way quicker. Which one should I go for, sir?"

Before Jett could say anything, the monitor in the hospital ward suddenly spiked as the patient’s heartbeat shot up.

Eric didn’t think twice before he darted out to call a doctor while Jett swallowed hard, his eyes shifting to the irregular patterns on the monitor.

A moment later, the door was kicked open and Eric rushed in with a frantic doctor.

Just as he reached out to touch her, her previously limp hands shot up and grabbed him by the throat.

"Kelsie, hey, it’s me. It’s me, Jett." Temporarily forgetting she was strangling someone, Jett quickly leaned forward, realizing her eyes were starting to peel open.

Hearing the distant voice, Kelsie didn’t budge and instead tightened her grip around the doctor’s neck.

She opened her eyes slowly, wincing at the bright light. _{fre ewe bnove l.com}

She stared into the blue face of a man in a white coat, confused and still refusing to let go.

Seconds later, her senses adjusted and she glanced around, wondering where the annoying beeping sound was from.

White walls. Monitoring equipment. A man in a lab coat.

Returning her attention to the doctor, her pupils dilated in realization and she croaked weakly, "Doctor..."

The man, now gasping for air, nodded quickly in agreement.

Only then did she release her grip on him.

Feeling his neck for a moment, the doctor sucked in a deep breath and fumbled for his penlight, intending to check her pupils, but she pushed his hand away and attempted to sit up.

However, a firm hand held her down, cooing softly, "You’re injured."

That was when she realized she hadn’t looked to her right.

Curling her hand into a fist, she lowered her eyes guiltily, "Someone took... Keira."

The man hummed, "I know."

Forcing on a bitter smile, she raised her head and tilted it to look at him, "I couldn’t get her back."

Jett cupped the back of her head, gently guiding her face to his chest and patted her back softly.

"You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll find Keira, and I’ll find the people who did this. For now, I just need you to focus on getting better."

She buried her face in his chest and went silent, but Jett could feel his shirt getting wetter with each passing second.

His eyes dimmed and he waved his hand at the other people in the room dismissively, "Leave us."

Once the door closed, she pulled away from him and began removing the IV lines.

"These people... I think they have connections in every sector. So when you say you have people looking for her, it doesn’t exactly comfort me."

"Even the police can’t be trusted. I’ll find her myself and I won’t fail to end the bastard who took her."

She had been bedridden for several hours and the little strength she garnered while sleeping, she used to almost strangle the doctor.

Hence, she was weak and dizzy, with blurry eyes and a heavy head.

Jett quietly watched her, waiting until she finished her rant before he gently pushed her back onto the bed.

He held up her hand, caressing her palm as he picked up the syringe on the desk beside her bed.

"You were shot twice, and you lost a lot of blood before I found you. I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if that officer hadn’t brought you in when he did."

"And the boys... they don’t know anything yet. They keep asking for you and Keira. I’ve already got one of you back. I’ll get the other."

"You blame yourself for what happened, but it’s not your fault. It’s my fault. I should’ve known better with quiet everywhere was. Now, just sleep. Let me take care of the rest."

He was yet to inject her with the sedative when her eyes fluttered for a while before they sealed shut.

Lowering the injection, he exhaled and glanced outside the window, lost in thought.

She was shot twice and lost over two pints of blood when he brought her in.

As such, they pumped her full with anesthesia and sedatives during the surgery.

However, he knew she’d be fine. He just didn’t know what to say once she realized it was almost two days since Keira went missing.

The surgery lasted nine hours, but she stubbornly broke through the 24-hour anesthesia, waking up fourteen hours before she was supposed to.

Pulling open a drawer, he sucked in a sharp breath at the envelope inside.

He was terrified the entire time she was missing. As someone with the same condition, he knew there was nothing worse than going blind in a strange place.

He watched her serene sleeping face for a while before he got on his feet and bent over to plant a kiss on her temple.

Then he strutted out of the room, meeting Eric who was waiting right outside.

"Where is she?"

"The basement. She still hasn’t said a word, no matter what we’ve done." Eric retorted and led the way.

"I see." Jett nodded in understanding and said nothing else.

The two men walked down to the basement in silence.

As soon Eric pushed the door open, a woman’s cocky laughter filled the air, "Torture me all you want, I won’t say a word! In fact, go ahead and kill me."

"I don’t care about dying, as long as I know that imbecile’s daughter is in hell waiting for me!"

Eric closed the door behind them, while Jett flipped on the lights, revealing a woman hanging upside down, drenched in her own sweat, blood, and urine, her eyes hurriedly darting between the two men.

Jett strolled over to the table, calmly sorting through the things on it until he found a police ID.

Holding it up, he sucked in his teeth, "Jacqueline Manuel. Police detective. Mhm."

"Jacqueline, forgive my assistant for what he’s done to you. It’s really my fault."

"You see, when I said to find you, I didn’t signify if I wanted you dragged to me so I could question you. No, I never wanted to question you at all."

"I just wanted to see your body hanging from this chain when they brought you in. Lifeless."

Jett stopped talking and walked over to something the woman hadn’t noticed was there.

He took off the cover, revealing a transparent drum with clear, sparkling water.

"What? Is drowning supposed to scare me?" She sneered, already accepting her fate.

But her eyes trembled slightly when she saw him flick an almost invisible switch on the bottom of the drum.

Within seconds, the water began to bubble.

It was boiling.

"Now," he said softly, "how about we begin this discussion... after I boil you alive for a few minutes?"

Jacqueline’s taunting smile wavered.