The secretary hesitated, then, under Conrad’s blood-red stare, blurted everything out in one breath.
“He said that it was Ma’am Ophelia who gave him the money. Only if she says it in person will he release Miss Estelle…”
When he heard this, Conrad’s face completely darkened, and the look in his eyes when he turned to me became incomparably cold.
The secretary continued speaking.
“And sir… Miss Estelle’s not in a good condition right now. Because of excessive fright, she’s developed respiratory spasms. We’ve arranged for a doctor to go over, but the kidnapper has refused to let her receive treatment. If this continues, I’m afraid…”
Hearing this, Conrad finally made up his mind.
He changed direction, dragging me toward the parking lot while telling the secretary to send over the location.
Enduring the pain in my belly, I said in panic, “Conrad, where are you taking me? I told you, I didn’t hire that kidnapper. Hurry and take me to the hospital—at least for the sake of the baby!”
I almost wailed in a pleading voice.
But he turned a deaf ear, only pressing harder on the accelerator.
Along the way, I kept begging, explaining, even cursing him, but he ignored me the entire time.