My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 46

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He could see she was thinking of the worst and tried to comfort her in a gentle manner by rubbing her back soothingly.

Though, she suddenly got up and paced around. "We need to find him quickly. We need to do something—anything. We can't just stand around," she panicked.

"Rose, let's be rational. If you are stressed, it won't solve anything. Let's be calm and think this through," he said gently. "Try to remember the time you realised he was gone. What was the weather like? Was there anything suspicious going around at the time? Or maybe something unusual happened beforehand."

She stopped wavering and brought her nail to her lip. She looked like she was thinking deeply with her head down and eyes lowered. Her brows were mushed together in a cute way.

"I know it was right after twelve," she said strongly. "But I don't recall anything unusual happening around the same time."

He watched her pace around. "Try to picture any people or objects that aren't usually around your house or neighbourhood. Maybe someone tried to talk to you. Or asked for directions. Anything," he prompted.

But after a few seconds, she dug her face into her palms. "I honestly don't know."

She groaned into her hands and gripped at her hair before sitting back down on the couch. She sounded frustrated.

"Why would they even kidnap him? And him specifically. Why would they target a random child in the backyard?" she sobbed frustratingly.

Keenan gently patted her back and caressed her hair.

"They must have known that he's related to me. It's a risky move but they did it anyway," he answered.

"Why would they care about whose related to you?" she sniffled.

"Well, I've made some enemies along the way, but most of them are out of spite or jealousy. This is what business can do if you're in the high stakes," he replied.

Rose glared at him cutely and sighed into her hands.

"I can't believe it, why does everything horrible always have to do with you?" she sighed angrily. "And he's just a little boy, why would they involve a child in your stupid petty games," she scowled.

"Come on now, you can't really say I've only been bad. I mean, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have the kid. Look at how much joy I've given you."

It probably sounded selfish now that he said it, but he couldn't help but feel targeted for this. Besides, if it weren't for him, she also wouldn't be able to give Finnigan the quality education he's been receiving, or the luxury of quality food and a good home.

"Don't start this. It's not like we both wanted to be impregnated and give birth," she muttered.

He rolled his eyes inwardly.

"You obviously wanted it from the way you refused to have the first one removed. But if you're so adamant in saying you never wanted one then why don't we just forget about looking for this one?"

She whipped her head towards him and glared.

"I know I said I never wanted kids, especially with you, but that didn't mean I wanted to kill one just because they were going to be different," she gritted.

"Please, that thing would've been a burden to both of us. I did us a favou—"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up. I don't need this right now," she yelled. She took several deep breaths before rubbing her temple with her hand. "I just want to find Finn safe and sound and go home," she whimpered. "I just want him back."