Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

Since the kidnapping had happened, Meredith couldn't keep dwelling on the matter. "S-So is the kid really dead? Is that body his?" "Of course it is. Where else could I find a kid's body for you?"

"Why did you ruin his face, then?" Meredith couldn't figure that part out. If the child's face wasn't destroyed, nobody would suspect anything, including Pierre. Everything would have ended on a perfect note for Meredith, leaving no room for questions.

"Amateurs. This is called self protection. Someone's bound to find some clues if we make it look too obvious. Complicating things makes it easier for us to skedaddle. God you're so annoying. The kid's dead, so just relax."

Meredith didn't ask any further questions. It was a kidnap and murder after all. They'd be in hot soup if someone managed to trace it back to them. "Alright, I understand. Thanks, Big Ben."

After hanging up, she heaved a sigh of relief. Pierre would probably give up after failing to find any clues about Jamie.

Ben to leave some clues that pointed to Selena as the murderer. All she needed was for Pierre to suspect Selena, and

John was in his study, sighing. His grandson was dead, and

nodded. "Of course. Go take a look at him. He's cooped himself up these days. The boy's not even talking or eating much. You're his mother. Perhaps you can talk

the image of him giving her an interrogative look popped into her mind, it made her heart skip. He's just a four-year-old boy, she kept telling herself

when Meredith came,

room, and she hugged Joaquin. "Mommy's here, Jojo."

at first, but in the end, he looked up and patted her

who only cared about my job. I was the reason Jamie

didn't expect her