Female Novel
Chapter 421
Sylvia had been in the operating room for three hours. Madelyn waited outside, repeatedly calling
Forrest's phone, but he didn't answer.
Restlessly pacing back and forth, she wondered, 'Where on earth could Forrest be?' She didn't have
any contact numbers for Forrest's close ones; she only had his.
Suddenly, a thought crossed Madelyn's mind, 'Could he be with Alex at Portsmouth Fishing Village?'
Besides that place, she had no idea where else he might go.
Madelyn quickly found the phone number for the owner of Happy Seafood Grill, Jeff Massey.
While the phone was dialing, she thought, 'Please pick up!'
Meanwhile, at Portsmouth Fishing Village, Jeff was being held captive by a group of thugs. They had
driven out all the diners who were enjoying their meals.
"What do you want?" Jeff asked.
Fred played with a knife in his hand. "Oh, nothing much, just a little something. But you'd better behave
yourself, or this knife in my hand might lose its manners. If anyone calls you and asks anything, you
better answer that you don't know. If you dare slip up, be careful about your life."
"Okay... okay..." Jeff, despite being a burly man standing at six-foot-three, couldn't do much against sonovelbin
many people. They outnumbered him, and he noticed a bulge around Fred's waist that looked like a
gun. He didn't dare make any sudden moves.
Just as he finished speaking, the phone on the counter rang.
Fred gave him a stern look, and Jeff nervously picked up the phone. "Wh-Who is this?"
"Mr. Massey, it's me, Madelyn. I want to know if Alex is with Forrest. Or have you seen Forrest?"
Jeff replied, "I... I haven't seen him. Don't ask me. I... I don't know anything."
Fred took matters into his own hands and hung up the phone without warning. "You're cooperative.
Remember, if she calls again, you know what you should say?"
Jeff responded, "Yes, I know... I know."
Fred and his gang left immediately. He dialed a phone number. "Mr. Jardin, everything here is
resolved."
"Good, keep an eye on her."
"Yes, Mr. Jardin."
In the hospital, Madelyn stared at her handphone, feeling a growing sense of unease. 'Mr. Massey's
voice sounded so strange. He seemed really afraid. Could something have happened to him?'
Madelyn dialed Margaret's number, asking her to come over from the Jent residence without alarming
anyone else.
Thinking it was an urgent matter, Margaret rushed over without finishing her meal. "Ms. Jent, what's the
emergency?"
Madelyn instructed Margaret to stay with Sylvia at the hospital. She would take care of Sylvia once she
woke up.
Margaret readily agreed.
Madelyn needed to find Forrest. Sylvia's condition seemed off, and just now, the doctor had asked her
to sign a risky consent form. Madelyn thought that if Sylvia really couldn't make it through the day,
Forrest would forever regret not being able to see his mother one last time.
Madelyn wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs, but she knew that as a mother, even on her deathbed,
a person's greatest concern would be their child.
Perhaps Ethan might know Forrest's whereabouts, but she dismissed the idea. Ethan's feelings toward
Forrest were nothing but brotherly animosity.
She had tried calling Ethan's phone earlier. It was switched off.
Madelyn took the last bus to Portsmouth Fishing Village. The place was remote, and by the time she
arrived, it was already dark. She used her phone's screen as a flashlight to navigate the pitch-black
roads, but her phone quickly ran out of battery.
As she inquired along the way, she learned the location of Alex's house.
Alex was at a tattoo parlor, working on a client's tattoo when she was surprised to see Madelyn. "What
brings you here?"