Chapter 772 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Chapter 772 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

“Since nobody is able to contact Mr. White, it will be easier to find a needle in a haystack,” Wanda said.

I lapsed into silence for a while. “Actually, no. There is someone.”

“Who?” Wanda asked at once.

“Me.” I gathered up the documents and looked at her. “Even if the call goes through, he may ignore it if it’s someone from the company. But he wouldn’t ignore a call from me.”

He was once willing to get rid of his wife for me. I was confident that he would pick up if it was me who called.

For that exact reason, the person most suited for this task was me.

Suddenly, a palpable chill invaded the room. As if by instinct, I turned toward the door and saw Anthony standing there with an intense gaze in his dark eyes. It was frightening to behold.

Did he hear everything we discussed?

Wanda saw him too. “Mr. Featherstone,” she greeted him.

Anthony ignored her and stared right at me. “You will be going to M Country personally,” he said softly.

He did not even bother to postulate this as a query. His tone made it clear that he was in a towering temper, and was in no mood to be agreeable to my plan.

Keen to avoid a confrontation in front of strangers, I turned to Wanda. “Ms. Tanner, could you please give us a moment? I have something to discuss with Mr. Featherstone.”

“Understood,” Wanda said tactfully and promptly exited the room.

“No need,” Anthony said as he blocked her path with his large frame; the gap was hardly enough for her to squeeze through. Frigid gaze still latched on me, he said, “There’s nothing that can’t be said in front of outsiders. Now, Sienna, repeat what you said for me. Our two children are gone. Are you sure you want to go running around right now for someone irrelevant?”

The room was suddenly tense with the air of three people each determined for things to go their way.

I had not prepared myself for the task of convincing Anthony on the matter. “Marcus had saved my life once before,” I blurted in a panic. “He isn’t irrelevant. “Did you forget the extent you went to for Parker

Lorraine?”

It was not my intention to keep score on our history but to illustrate a point. If Anthony could look into his conscience and find it clear, so could I with my own.

He did not expect me to bring up Rylee. He scowled at me. “So you’ve made up your mind?”

That was my last desperate attempt. I was pregnant. Of course, I wasn’t going to risk myself. “No, it’s just that if that step had to be taken, no one is more suitable to take it than me.”

Anthony was silently processing my speech. He looked up at me and studied me up and down as though he was seriously considering the feasibility of my plan. At last, he suddenly relaxed and turned around. As he walked out he called out to Wanda. “You, come with me.”

Wanda looked at me for my approval. When I nodded, she stood and followed him out. I did not know what Anthony said to Wanda, but she left without returning to the study. Even her documents and laptop were left here.

I had a vague idea that Anthony suspected that Wanda and I were scheming to travel to M Country to locate Marcus. He must have lost his temper at her and forbade her from interacting with me.

I did not see Anthony again the entire night. I sent a text to Wanda only to realize that her phone was in her purse that she had left here. She left in such a hurry, as though Anthony had threatened her with everything he could.

I sank into the couch after coaxing Summer to sleep to do a bit of revision while waiting for Anthony to return.

Our conversation earlier that day was not pleasant. I’d figured that after a couple of hours, we would both calm down enough to talk things through.

I was the best person for the job of locating Marcus. Although, Professor Zidd had reminded us that my pregnancy was not stable yet and I shouldn’t undertake long journeys. I held on to the hope that Anthony would come up with a solution that was the best of both worlds.

However, I had forgotten that pregnant ladies fell asleep very easily. Not long after I sat down, I fell into a deep slumber.

Suddenly, a movement in the corridor outside startled me awake. I got up to investigate and there was nothing in sight.

After standing by the door for a little longer and seeing nothing, I put it down to my imagination returned to the couch for an even deeper sleep.

I awoke the following day in the bedroom. Frowning at the quilt over my body, I got up and went downstairs to an empty living room. Breakfast was prepared on the table, with a note attached.

Mrs. Featherstone, it read. Breakfast has been prepared for you. Please heat it up if it turns cold. It was written in Mrs. Eriksen’s hand. It seemed like she had to take an emergency leave.

I wasn’t raised with people to wait on me, so I didn’t mind. I heated up the mushroom soup and had it with some bread.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that there was something wrong. Usually, Summer would be aware that I had woken up and would be chattering around me at this time. But she wasn’t here. I searched the back of the house to no avail as well. It wasn’t just her; all the servants were missing. I stood alone in a completely empty house.

I couldn’t care much for anyone else but I was most concerned with Summer’s safety. After some time of nervously expecting to be contacted with news of her, I broke down and started searching for my phone. The strangest thing was that despite looking all over the study and my bedroom, there was not a communication device in sight, except for the landline in the office.

I stood flabbergasted for a good while before realizing that Anthony had me under house arrest.

The movements I heard last night were not random. Anthony must have had people in here to pack up every item that could connect me to the outside world. He was thorough; even the internet was disconnected. Without it, the once omniscient computers were now nothing more than a scrap of vinyl.

I was furious and anxious to the point of using the landline to dial Anthony’s number from heart. It wasn’t a demonstration of my memory, but a testament to the decade we spent together. If it were someone else’s number, I wouldn’t even have been able to recall the first three digits.

Anthony picked up almost instantly. “You’re awake?” he said casually as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Where did you take Summer to?” I asked with much restraint, for I was still fuming at how he acted as he pleased. “I suppose you took my phone as well. Anthony, this is a new low for you.”

I had expected Anthony to fly into a rage at my words, but he acted as if he did not hear me. “A bodyguard will inspect the house every hour,” he said, in an attempt to divert the conversation. “If there’s anything you need, let them know. But do not for a moment imagine you can borrow their phones. If you do, I will make sure that they will not be able to speak again for as long as they live. I’d advise you to consider their wellbeing before you make any rash decisions.”

I knew from experience that he was in an aggressive mood, it was one that would not allow any room for compromise or reasoning. I gritted my teeth in resentment and tried again. “How about Summer? You could at least let her stay with me. She wouldn’t affect you in any way.”

“She’s at Emery’s. Summer is fond of the boy and wouldn’t miss you and I have fulfilled her wish too. This time you are not allowed to go anywhere.”

With that, Anthony slammed the phone down before I could react. It was just me and the solitude of a large empty house.

I was in a serious enough rage to fling the phone against the wall, but as it was my only mode of communication with the outside world. Having no choice, I was forced to replace the receiver with care.

It was one thing to be on your own but another to be forced into it. I was the latter. I spent the entire morning reading, but with the high anxiety level over my situation, not a sentence entered my mind. As a result, my temper only worsened.

As Anthony had mentioned, a bodyguard made his rounds every hour. They peered down at me through the length of the corridor and left promptly. It was at this moment that I felt rather sick of studying. When I heard his footsteps coming upstairs, I gazed in its direction reproachfully.

The men were dressed in similar suits. They were actually uncouth thugs clad in refined clothing. In a fit of mischief, I wanted to scare whoever was on his rounds with a fierce expression.

This man in particular did not stop at the stairs and turned around after his examination. He walked along the corridor and to the study.

As if by instinct, I held my belly and leaned back in my chair as he approached. At this point, he had arrived at the door and faced me. I looked him in the face and frowned, as it was a very familiar face to me. But at that moment I can’t quite put my finger on where I’ve seen him before.

He was in front of me within three broad strides and handed me a satellite phone with his long, outstretched arm.

I snatched it from him in surprise and delight. I had only seen this in use once before by Abe. That thing could reach the outside world through the deepest of valleys and jungles. It was a treasure to outlaws and convicts.

“Mrs. Featherstone, Mr. Featherstone has installed a signal blocker around the villa. This satellite phone is able to make contact with the outside world. Someone will call you soon on this number. Be careful not to let anyone see that with you.”

He had just finished speaking when the sound of footsteps came rattling up the stairs. The other bodyguards were suspicious at how long he was taking and came up to look for him. “Shon, what are you doing? Shout out if everything’s fine.”

I hastily stowed away the phone at the nearest drawer. “Nothing’s wrong,” I called out, covering up for Shon. “I just couldn’t reach a couple of books up the shelf so I asked this young man to help me out.”

The footsteps stopped abruptly at the sound of my voice. They were so afraid of being caught interacting with me and losing their tongues for it that they did not respond at all.

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