Page 137 of My Damaged Protector

I'm not satisfied, but I can't harm him. So, I start to untie him, drop him on the floor when I'm done, and then start to packmy shit back in the car. It takes three trips to get me ready to leave the warehouse with him back in my car.

The plan is to dump him where he can easily be found and then go rip Sarah a new one.

How can she decide to kill my child without informing me just to save hers?

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SARAH

It takesthree hours after Ian left with Peter for the cops to show up. During this period Lauren arrives, talks shit to her father, me, and the whole hospital staff.

No matter what she says, I ignore her, knowing engaging her won't get me anywhere.

Mandy shows up, wanting to know what the problem is. I couldn't tell her the truth because I had no idea what the truth was myself.

All I know is, Ian showed up, acted like a man on drugs, knocked Peter out, and pretty much kidnapped him.

She's sympathetic but trying to find out why I'm suddenly donating again at the expense of my baby. Since I can't tell her the truth, I try to distract her until her attention is needed and she leaves.

When I'm alone again, Lauren pounces back on me and it takes all my self-control to not drag her by the hair and teach her some manners.

Eventually, I'm informed of the cops’ presence, and I immediately try to get my head straight so I can tell them what I know without incriminating Ian.

The door to the ward soon opens and in walks two uniformed men.

“Ma'am, I'm Detective Calvin, and this is my partner, Shawn. Can you please tell us what happened here?”

I shake the hands of the men and offer them a seat, all while Lauren’s clamoring in the background that I will be held responsible if something happens to her brother.

I keep my cool.

“Please tell us what happened without omitting anything,” the detective says.

I nod, knowing there's no way I can tell them everything without incriminating Ian.

Why on earth would he kidnap Peter, anyway?

I mean, let's face it. It's kidnapping right? He came in here, knocked Peter out, and then took him away. Yeah, I think that's pretty much what kidnapping is.

“Ma’am?” the detective prompts.

I glance at him and swallow.

“Would you talk? Tell them how you had your boyfriend kidnap my brother, you terrible woman. You've always been jealous of us because our father left you for us,” Lauren barks.

Since I know she's not right, I ignore her and open my mouth to speak, but the detective beats me to it.

“Ma'am, I'd advise you to refrain from speaking if you want to remain in this room, or else we’ll have you taken out.”

“What? You can't do that! This is my father's room, and she's the intruder here who had her fuckboy kidnap my brother.”

“Yes, I can, and I am. Shawn, please escort the young woman out.”

I watch in surprise as Lauren gets escorted out, kicking and screaming, our father now long unconscious after being sedated.

“Now, tell me what happened?”

I look back at the detective and try to smile. I'm unable to. All the stress is catching up with me.

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