Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 593
With a crack, the assailant’s neck was crushed, and he stopped breathing.
Meanwhile, Jefferson’s gunshot wound on his leg was bleeding even more profusely because of that strenuous takedown.
His limbs had become so weak that he couldn’t get up. Then, he saw Curtis walking into the room.
Curtis ignored him and approached the operating table in a hurry. When he saw the dying Rayna, his heart ached so terribly that
he couldn’t speak.
Still, he leaned closer to her and said, “Open your eyes and look at me, Rayna.”
Rayna had almost fallen into a coma because she was very emotionally impacted by the kidnapping of her child right after her
operation.
With great effort, she opened her eyes. When she saw Curtis’ familiar face, she grabbed his hand and stuttered, “M-My baby...
Taken... T-They took m-my baby...”
“I know. I’ll find the baby.” Curtis touched her cheek, which was so cold that it upset him. “Just wait a few more moments.
Jeremy’s coming with friends.”
“I-I’ve been waiting for you f-for so long...” Rayna’s breathing was getting erratic.
“I’m sorry for letting you suffer.”
Her lips moved as her breathing quickened before she passed out and let go of his sleeve.
“Rayna!” Curtis patted her cheeks with anxiousness.
The doctor, who was still alive, examined her and informed him, “No good! She’s going into shock!”
It was then Jeremy and his friends arrived.
Jeremy’s expression turned grim when he saw how Rayna was doing. He spoke to his friends, asked the doctor to stay, and
chased Curtis as well as the injured Jefferson out.
Curtis grabbed Jeremy’s hand tremblingly. “I’m counting on you, Jeremy.”

“Just have faith in me.” Then Jeremy pushed him aside, entered the delivery room, and closed the door which was still
functioning.
Despite smashing his fist on the nearby wall twice, Curtis still couldn’t calm down.
After he discovered Jefferson was hiding Rayna on the island, he immediately rushed over there.
However, when he arrived, the island was already empty. Then he remembered receiving a call from a foreign number a few
hours ago. Immediately, he asked people to track the number’s activities and found out a call had been made with it on the
island.
He speculated Rayna was the one who called him. Hence, he followed the coordinates of the number and phone. However, he
didn’t expect Jefferson’s subordinate to be smart enough to ditch the phone and SIM card after leaving the island.
Sometime after that, James discovered what Arnaud was up to. Thus, Curtis swiftly headed to the mansion. Guessing that
Rayna was about to give birth, he brought Jeremy along.
When Curtis saw how Rayna was doing, he was grateful for his decision to bring Jeremy with him.
Then, as Curtis glanced at Jefferson, he suddenly became enraged. He grabbed Jefferson’s clothes, pinned the latter on the
ground, and started punching him.
“Don’t you know Arnaud has been watching you? Why did you take her away?” Gritting his teeth, he wished he could just shoot
Jefferson in the head. “You almost killed her!”
His punches almost sent Jefferson into a coma.
In response, Jefferson spat out two mouthfuls of blood and continued to allow Curtis to beat him up. “I didn’t expect him to find
me.”
Curtis exclaimed coldly, “Of course, you didn’t know how many spies he planted at your side! He will find you, even if he has to
comb through the entire planet to do so after Boniel’s will left Terblanc Group and everything to you!”
“I know you want to kill me, but now is not the time.” Jefferson coughed fiercely. “Arnaud’s men kidnapped one of the babies. I
need to get them back from him.”

He wheezed twice and continued, “There’s no doubt he kidnapped the baby because he wants me to renounce my inheritance,
and I will. He won’t hurt the baby before I do it.”
Scowling, Curtis punched him again. “I should’ve killed you earlier!”
Jefferson’s head tilted to the side as even more blood dripped down from the edge of his mouth.
Then, Curtis stood and exclaimed coldly at the doctors on standby downstairs. “Remove the bullets in his body and inject him
with P90 analgesic! I want him to be capable of moving freely for the next twenty-four hours!”
One of the doctors carefully informed, “His leg may be crippled if the wound on it is left untreated for too long, Mr. Faymon.”
“Then so be it!” Curtis glowered at the doctor frigidly. “Do it!”
The P90 analgesic was still in its developmental phase. Hence, it couldn’t be used in conjunction with an anesthetic. Otherwise,
a deadly poison would be formed. Therefore, when the doctors removed the bullet from Jefferson’s leg on Curtis’ order, they
didn’t use an anesthetic. As a result, Jefferson was put through so much pain that his face was covered in cold sweat.
Curtis proceeded to call James and asked him to track Arnaud down.
Before James replied, Jefferson received a message from Arnaud: Meet me at Sunset Estate. Come alone, or I’ll kill the baby.
Jefferson was able to move roughly five minutes after he received the analgesic injection.
Then, he hid a tracker in his hair and told Curtis he would be heading to Sunset Estate first. Once he arrived, Curtis would wait
for a while before following the tracker. After that, they would improvise according to how the situation unfolded.
He glanced at the delivery room and whispered to Curtis. “Is Belle going to be okay inside?”
In response, Curtis sneered, “My men are more capable than yours.”
That rendered Jefferson speechless.
After he left the mansion, he realized it was almost morning though the sky was still dark.
It was snowing pretty heavily. As a result, the ground was covered in a thick layer of snow.

As he strode out of the building, he allowed the snowflakes to land on his face and hair. He even tried to grab one, though it
quickly melted in his palm. I told the butler last night to create an artificial snowfall if it doesn’t snow today. That way, when Rayna
wakes up and looks out the window, she’ll be able to see snow. It’s certainly a surprise that it’s snowing so heavily today.
Jefferson followed the GPS and sped toward Sunset Estate in his car.
When his vehicle arrived in front of the metal gate, he left the car and pushed the gate open.
The entire estate was blanketed in snow.
He had no idea where Arnaud was watching him. Also, he didn’t see anyone on his way into the building.
When he arrived at the entrance, the door was already opened.
“Mr. Terblanc.” The butler who opened the door was someone Jefferson knew. He was the butler of the Terblanc residence and
one of Arnaud’s men.
I didn’t expect he would follow Arnaud here. As Jefferson thought, he stepped into the building and strode past a long corridor.
Then, in the distance, he saw Arnaud having breakfast at the dining table.
“It’s been a while, Calbert.” Arnaud smiled and spoke elegantly. “Come sit with me. It’s been a while since we had breakfast
together.”
Upon approaching him, Jefferson asked without sitting, “Where’s the baby?”
Seeing that Jefferson wouldn’t play along, Arnaud put his utensils down, rested his chin on his crossed fingers, and flashed a
half-smile. “How impolite. Is that how you treat your older brother?”
“I know you want Terblanc Group.” Jefferson stared at him calmly. “I’ll prepare a document to renounce my inheritance. Give me
the baby.”
Arnaud scoffed lightly, “You didn’t attend Father’s funeral. How did you know he left a will? Did he tell you about it before he
wrote it?”
“He was your father, too. I can’t believe you tricked him to Norwal City and ordered a hit on him.”
“If he were my father, why did he never look at me?” Arnaud slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Jefferson furiously.
“You’re the only son he sees and recognizes!”

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