Sweet Twins novel Chapter 62

At that moment, there was only one thing on Nancy's mind––to find the kid.

"Sister, I can't walk as my foot is injured. If I go with you, I will only slow you down. So, here's the address. You can go there yourself," said Fannie.

"Okay." It was a tight situation for Nancy, but even if she needed to jump off a cliff to find the child, she would.

After hanging up, Fannie sent an address to her––a place which the latter had never heard of.

So, she turned on the navigation and continued driving until the sun had already set.

It was already dark when Nancy left the asphalt road and drove on an unpaved path in the countryside.

Surprisingly enough, she did not feel scared at all, given that she was alone in the middle of nowhere. She was too distracted with the urge to find the kid.

As a result, she lost track of time and had no idea how long it took her to reach the address. But to her horror, it was just a deserted and empty space. Not even a single building could be spotted anywhere near it.

As she squinted her eyes trying to spot something, Nancy finally realized that she was, once again, deceived by Fannie.

'Damn it! It was all Fannie and Jill's plan!' she ranted internally, hitting the steering wheel to ease her annoyance.

Meanwhile, Jill and Fannie were together at the moment. "Fannie, Nancy has been asking you about the child every day. You know, you can't fool her like this forever."

But unbothered as Fannie was, she only heaved a deep sigh while cutting her nails before saying, "I only have one idea in mind, but I'm afraid that..." For a while, she stopped speaking to blow any debris on her fingernails. After that, she continued, "Charles will be our problem."

"I heard from Caspar that Charles didn't see Nancy a lot," Jill retorted, flashing a sly smile.

Suddenly, Fannie's eyes enlarged in utter shock. "I've always wondered why Charles would fall in love with Nancy. Now I see, it was just a fleeting interest. You know men get easily bored with women; they always love to chase new ones. So trust me, Nancy will be nothing but an old flavor to Charles," she sneered as she raised her hands to spot her fingernails better.

"Well...I should hope so." Jill's voice was suspicious as she said those words. Even she sensed something different from Charles and with how he treated Nancy.

"It must be so!" Now, Fannie shouted firmly, glaring at her nails as if they were Nancy.

After waiting for so long, she finally devised a plan to deceive Nancy again, much thanks to Caspar for helping her out.

She found a very remote area and sent the address to Nancy.

And knowing Nancy and how badly she wished to find the child, Fannie was assured the former would drive over there without thinking twice. True enough, her intuitions were right!

Nancy really drove all the way there––until the sunset, and the surroundings turned pitch-black.

At this hour, while Fannie was rejoicing in the comforts of her home, Nancy had rushed out of the car and stood in the darkness. She looked at the shabby house in front of her, and she felt like weeping, but tears didn't find their way down to her cheeks.

Even with the slightest hope, she still walked towards the dilapidated building. At the back of her mind, she wished to meet someone who possibly saw a baby girl somewhere here.

However, much to her adversity, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a rumbling thunder that almost sent her back to her car.

Then the pea-sized raindrops slowly poured before eventually crackling down.

Even though Nancy didn't have an umbrella with her, she was still unwilling to give up. So, with all the courage she could muster, her feet began to drag their way towards the ramshackle house.

"Hello! Is anyone here? Is anybody home?" she asked again and again while carefully seeing through the darkness.

But unfortunately, there was no reply.

At this point, Nancy was on the verge of breaking down. She had always thought herself a strong woman, but these circumstances were just too much for her. So, not knowing what to do anymore, she covered her face with her hands and broke into tears.

"Kid, where the hell are you?"

she asked aloud as if anyone would hear her.

If the kid really lived in the countryside, she only wished to know how her condition was––if the baby girl were being taken care of, or even fed regularly.

As long as the child was safe, that was all that mattered to her.

Meanwhile, Charles' house was lit brightly as if a celebration or some or of jubilee was held.

Even Bobby was in such a great mood as he stood by the gate, ready to welcome the children.