Veronica gave a helpless shrug. "I'm not quite sure, but I reckon she might have taken off on her own."
"Taken off? Why would she do that? Haven't we, the Blanchet family, treated her well?"
"I guess it might be the fact that she's been living under a lot of restrictions lately. She's got bodyguards hovering around her all the time; she can't even leave the house. She's probably pissed off."
Putnam frowned, "So she's pissed off and she just bails? That makes no sense! I don't think we should go looking for her. Let her come home on her own!"
After hearing Putnam talk like this, Marissa straightened up in alarm. "What the hell are you saying?! Do you even realize that she might not give a damn about us? If we don't hurry and find her, she might never come back!"
Putnam looked worried but held his ground. "Well, if she doesn't want to come back, then she doesn't have to!"
Marissa was anxious; she sighed, and tears started to flow. "She's carrying a child; we can't let her get hurt out there!"
Putnam looked at his wife and motioned, "Alright, let Marissa go back to her room to rest. We'll send more people out to look for her."
"Alright, sir."
Under Putnam's orders, Marissa was escorted back to her room to rest.
Baber was still crying. No matter how much they tried, they just couldn’t soothe him.
Veronica didn't want the kid to disturb Grandpa, so she sent the maid to take Baber back to his room.
This made the downstairs area quiet again.
Putnam was looking out of the window with a worried expression; he was really worried about her.
"Grandpa, should we call the cops? If we get the police involved, we might find her faster." Veronica walked up to her grandpa and suggested.
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