TRICKED INTO MARRIAGE, VOLUME 3 - Season 4 Episode 45

Rochelle noticed from the side that something was amiss and immediately asked, “What’s wrong, Sammy?”

Samantha stared at her in a daze before opening her mouth in a near-mechanical manner and repeated what Alan told her. “Matt…is gone.”

Although Rochelle could tell that something had happened, it came as a huge shock when she heard Samantha say that and she still could not believe her ears.

Her eyes widened slightly. “How… We just talked to Matt last night! When… When did he disappear?”

“Dr. Sherwood didn’t know either… Matt was gone by the time he called the boy up for breakfast this morning.”

“Could he have run out all by himself to play?” Rochelle guessed.

Samantha shook her head. “Dr. Sherwood searched all over the residential area and all the areas around it. He couldn’t find Matt anywhere. The GPS watch I bought for Matt was also thrown into the trash can downstairs. If Matt went out to play by himself, he couldn’t have thrown the watch away!”

Something must have happened!

Rochelle had a deeply worried look in her eyes. “Who could’ve broken in and kidnapped a child so quietly? Why would anyone hold a grudge against a child?”

Samantha answered in a low and agonized voice, “I don’t know. I have no idea at all. Dr. Sherwood has already gone to check the surveillance footage to see if anything was caught on camera.”

However, only professionals would have such a clear purpose, and many such people would definitely avoid getting caught by any cameras. There was very little hope as a result!

Rochelle did not dare to say that, so she could only try her best to comfort Samantha. “It’ll be alright, Sammy. Everything will be alright. Matt is a lucky boy. If he could turn things around in the past, he’ll be able to turn things around on this occasion too!”

Samantha was speechless.

She could calm down and analyze rationally if it was any other time, but that characteristic of hers had completely disappeared and her mind was so jumbled up that she could not think normally.

Samantha felt as if her neck was being choked by a big hand, causing her to suffocate, depriving her of oxygen, and causing her head to turn blank.

Rochelle knew just how useless words were at that time. She could only open her arms to hug her tightly in an attempt to give her some warmth and strength.

She said, “I’ll go to Emsteldt with you. We’ll find Matt!”

She freed up one hand, took out her cell phone, then called Jonathan.

During that crisis, she was no longer concerned over whether Jonathan knew about the child. The only thought she had was that Samantha could not go back alone.

Jonathan answered within a second, like always, and Rochelle said bluntly, “I want to go to Emsteldt. Get a helicopter ready for me.”

After a pause, she added, “Don’t ask why. Just do it right now!”

It was too late to go on an ordinary flight and it was faster to charter a plane directly!

After hanging up, Blockhead appeared in front of Rochelle and Samantha about five minutes later. He had a hint of surprise in his eyes the instant he saw Samantha, but that shock was fleeting and disappeared soon thereafter.

He had no interest in other people’s affairs.

He respectfully greeted Rochelle before saying, “Mr. Yates has already instructed someone to get the helicopter ready. I now need your documents as well as…Ms. Larsson’s so I can handle the formalities.”

Rochelle nodded and raised her eyes to look at Samantha. Seeing as Samantha was in a state of dismay, she said softly, “Sammy, give me your documents. I’ll settle the rest for you and you just need to wait here for me.”

Samantha subconsciously handed over the documents in her hand.

Rochelle took them and said, “I’ll be back soon.”

She brought Blockhead along and left.

Samantha clenched her phone tightly in both hands. Her fingertips were trembling and all sorts of bad thoughts appeared uncontrollably in her mind.

Matthew was her everything. The reason why she could survive until then and continue to live on was because of him.

If something happened to him, she could not bring herself to live.

Simply thinking about those possibilities was already agonizing enough for her.

‘Matt, you have to… You have to be safe! You have to wait for me!’

There was a notification on her phone and Samantha’s panicked eyes suddenly came into focus as she stared at the phone screen.

It was a message from Alan.

Her fingers trembled as she immediately tapped on it.

She was shaking so severely that she had to tap on it several times before successfully opening it.

Alan posted a three-second video that was undoubtedly a clip of the surveillance video. When she clicked play, all she could see was a fleeting figure.

Within that figure’s arms was another, smaller figure.

Even though the clip was very short, she was able to instantly recognize that the little figure was Matthew.

Was that the person who sneaked into the room and took Matthew away?!

Who could that person be though?

The figure flashed by very quickly and she was unable to glean anything useful even after watching it several times.

For some inexplicable reason, that figure felt a little familiar.

It was as if…she had seen the person somewhere.

Samantha closed her eyes and filtered the possible incidents where she could have crossed paths with that man.

She had a sudden realization and her eyes opened abruptly as her entire body shuddered.

That modus operandi was incredibly familiar to that incident three years ago when she was attacked and taken away.

He was quick, agile, and removed anything on her that could be tracked when he brought her away.

It was her bag and cell phone back then, and now it was Matthew’s GPS watch.

Although she could not be entirely sure, she had to grab whatever silver lining she had.

If that killer really brought Matthew away, then things…might not look too good for Matthew.

She knew how ruthless that killer was and she was very, very afraid…

That killer…answered to Timothy!

…

Inside the church, Harmony was wearing a gorgeous white wedding dress with a long train trailing behind on the floor. The veil covered her pretty cheeks, and she curled her lips up into an extremely happy smile.

She had waited a long time for that day and had put in so much hard work for it to finally come true.

From the first time she saw Timothy as a child, she knew that he belonged to her and she to him.

Success was bound to come to those who worked hard for it. She slashed through thorny bushes time and time again and was finally able to stand side by side with him.

Two little flower girls sprinkled petals in front of her while she walked on the red carpet and toward Timothy under the envious gazes of all the guests.

The man stood on the other side of the red carpet in a black suit that accentuated his handsomeness. There, he stood tall like a god.

Harmony stood beside him, turned her face slightly to the side, and glanced hypnotically at the man’s beautiful side profile.

The priest began to ask for their vows.

“Timothy Barker, do you take Harmony Johnson as your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”