Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

Chapter 705

gehen was seething with rare. Whoever is responsible, I will unleash hell on them!

no one in Krainon City had the audacity to lay a hand on him, let alone kidnap his son. While ni was true he was dective in dealing with adversaries, he always nipped issues in the bud, test leaving any ion for retaliaison. Matthew rail through it in his mind, a vague concern congờng sử hìm. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

thun. If the kidnapping were for ransom, they would have called by now, he pondered.

So Charles arrived and reported, “Mr. Grant, I’ve ordered a citywide search. This is the

nyeillance footage. It shows only one doctor in a white coat entering.”

Looking at the footage where the person was wrapped tightly in a white coat, Matthew’s voice was sharp with anger. “Find out who he is, and make sure he is torn to pieces!”

Yes. Mr. Grant.”

Matthew delivered his harsh command, and Valerie was frantic. If anything happened to her child, no amount of killing would make any difference. She just wanted her child back.

The hospital had also reported that no one had gone into the room that afternoon, as doctors made their rounds in the morning, or responded to the call bell. The bodyguards were terrified. Their negligence had led to the disappearance of Matthew’s son, and now they were in serious trouble. They could only imagine what would happen when Matthew returned to deal with them. Their only hope was to find the child as quickly as possible and pray that the bastard wouldn’t! or else they would face their own demise.

rm him.

Valerie and Matthew now knew that there was no point in punishing the bodyguards. They could only let them cooperate with the police to identify any characteristics of the kidnapper that could lead to a clue.

Meanwhile, Dale was trembling as he held the baby. He had no idea how to soothe him. The little one woke up, and after sniffing for familiar scents and finding none, began to cry.

The deafening cries startled both of them. Maliah hurriedly smacked Dale. “Make him stop crying! It’s driving me crazy!”

Dale frowned. “How am I supposed to make him stop? It’s your men who caused this trouble for no reason!”

“You’re blaming me? If it weren’t for helping you, I wouldn’t be stuck with this burden! Stop crying already!” Maliah snapped, and the baby’s cries grew louder.

Irritated, Dale, snapped back, “Stop yelling! He’s probably hungry. Quick, make a bottle of milk for the baby.”

Maliah was furious. She turned to look outside and demanded, “Why are they so slow? Hurry up and call them now, what are you all doing?”

The henchman sped over, bringing milk powder and diapers. Maliah looked at the bottled water

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and pork powster in risanic. She didn’t know how to make it

Dale rolled his even at her. “The intructions are right there. Add three scoops of milk powder and 8 faint corner of water Hurry up! How can you be so dumb?? What if the baby cries too hard and vant brathe

Stop rushing me? Atalial clumsily followed the instructions, but after feeding the baby, he Costined to cry. Maliah was getting impatient. “What now? Why is he still crying?”

She had never imagined that taking care of a small child would be so troublesome. She had always thought that women carrying babies on the street seemed so at ease, but now it was anything but simple. The babies they held didn’t cry like this.

“Hold the baby and let me search!” Dale handed the child to Maliah. This was his first time dealing with such a situation, so he could only rely on online advice.

Maliah was at a loss. She had no idea how to hold a baby. The tiny creature felt like a ticking bomb

in her arms.

“Dale, hurry up! I can’t hold on any longer!” Maliah was panicking. She looked at the small baby, feeling that he was so soft and delicate, that any movement seemed like it might break him. She was rigid, her hands trembling as she tried not to move.

Dale searched and looked at Maliah, saying, “It says that if a baby cries, it could be either hunger or a dirty diaper.

Maliah immediately snapped, “Then you change him!”

“I don’t know how!” Dale was shocked. He was a movie star and a playboy; how on earth would he know how to change a baby’s diaper?

“You don’t know, and neither do I. I’ve never had a child!” Maliah was furious.

Dale coldly retorted, “But your men brought him here. Do you think it should be my responsibility?”

Maliah placed the baby in a stroller. “I’m not dealing with it. I don’t know how. If anyone’s changing him, it’s you!”

Dale gritted his teeth, knowing he had no choice but to deal with it. He opened the diaper, recoiling in disgust, almost gagging. Maliah, watching from the side, frowned deeply. “Can you handle it or not?“,

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