Hilda is truly merciless towards me.
I have thought of her request for a long time.
It's not surprising that Hilda wants me to die.
If I can save Penelope, I am willing to sacrifice my life.
But at the very least, I need to know that Penelope is safe and sound.
"I can agree to your request, but you have to let me see Penelope. I won't do anything for you until I'm
sure she's fine. Hilda, you'd better not play any tricks. Otherwise I won't let you off."
I say coldly to Hilda.
On the other end of the phone comes Hilda's laughter.
"Why are you laughing?"
I ask her, puzzled.
"Do you really think that your child is in my hands? Jane, you are really naive since you believe me so
easily. However, you've reminded me that if I want to deal with you, I can just start dealing with the
people around you."
Hilda's words irritate me.
However, I can sense that she doesn't seem to have done this.
Do I have a wrong guess?
However, who else could it be except Hilda?
"Hilda, what do you mean? Didn't you do this?" I feel doubtful.
"Of course not. How can you understand? I will definitely admit it as long as I've done it. Don't call me
for such a boring reason next time. You're only reminding me that I should find an opportunity to attack
you."
After Hilda finishes speaking, she hangs up the phone and doesn't allow me to continue asking.
She's so resolute that I begin to believe she hasn't done it.
Suddenly, things fall into a deadlock.
I'm still abroad, so I can only ask Mindy to help me investigate.
I call Mindy and tell her about Penelope's missing.
When she hears this, she's also shocked and angry. She immediately promises that she will help me
find out.
The competition is over. I buy an air ticket of the earliest flight and come back.
More than ten hours later, I arrived at Virginia.
Mom is crying so hard at home when I enter the house.
Seeing me back, she looks up in despair.
"Jane, Penelope ... Penelope ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry...."
Only then do I notice that Mom's eyes are red. It looks like she has been crying for a long time.
I'm also very sad that Penelope has disappeared, but I know that I can't blame Mom for this.
"Mom, it's not your fault." I pat my mother on the shoulder and try to comfort her.
"No, it's my fault. It's all my fault. I just couldn't control my greed for food. So I wanted to go out and ate
something delicious. That's why this could happen. If I hadn't left, it wouldn't have happened."
But I don't think so. I don't even know who has taken Penelope away.
If that person is ruthless, my mother will also be in danger if she's there. Thus, my mother can't do
anything even though she stays with Penelope.
"Mom, don't blame yourself. It's really not your fault. The most important thing now is to get Penelope
back."
"That's right, Mom. Stop blaming yourself. You've been crying so hard these days."
Frank also walks in and tries to comfort my mother.
He looks quite tired. It seems that Penelope's disappearance has made him exhausted both physically
and mentally.
Mom sits on the wheelchair and moves towards him. She anxiously asks, "How is it? What do the
police say?"
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