Chapter 333 - Three Hundred And Thirty-four: His Promise (1/2)

The third point of view:

Where was she? Was the first question in Cecil's mind when she awoke to see herself in an unfamiliar room. The last thing she remembered was she trying to pull Pedro into the house.

”That bastard!” her fists clenched by her side unknowingly, great anger pulsing through her, having remembered the events that occurred now.

Cecil had put up a tough fight when Fernandez's men tried to seize Pedro. She had grabbed the floor vase by her side and jabbed it on the head of the first man, blood trickled down the victim's head. The second one who came was kicked in the place where the sun never shines and that was when Fernandez realized she was dead serious; no one was touching her son.

”Fine, you should come along too. I'll have great use for you,” He said nonchalantly as if she were some sort of object and not a human being with rights.

This time they overpowered her, nor was her strength a match enough for the men while Fernandez left in his expensive car, a self-pleased smirk on his face. She and Pedro were tossed into the van like some criminal.

She couldn't understand something, if Pedro was that important to Fernandez, why didn't he come for him all these years? Unless something happened - that she could tell.

However, she couldn't be deprived of her right to her son. Cecil recollected praying for help from any divine entity that could interfere at that moment - she couldn't lose her son like this.

At that moment, the next thing she felt was a bang and her body felt weightless for a split second. She probably hit her head somewhere evidenced by the splitting headache she had felt then and that was the last she remembered.

However, Cecil recalled there was a sensation of being carried - someone had saved her. But the problem was who? It wasn't Reina's people because she had told her it would take them about fifteen minutes to get to her. If they weren't the one, who? Cecil hoped she hadn't gone from frying pan to fire. By the way, where was her son Pedro? Oh no.

A knock on the door startled her. Her body tensed up, could it be her enemy? No, she had to do something; she refuses to be a damsel in distress. Looking around for a weapon, her eyes fell on the fireplace and the fire poker beside it. Thank God.

The knock continued and she knew any seconds from now, whosoever was at the door would open it, so she went and picked the poker, hiding beside the door.

As foreseen, it wasn't long before a click was heard and the door was opened. Since she had the element of surprise on her side, Cecil stayed put and waited for the man to enter further into the room while the door shielded her.

”Where is she?” the man muttered, eyes darting around the bed as she silently stepped out. She lifted the poker back and was about to bring it down on the man's head when it was suddenly snatched from her grasp from behind.

Startled, Cecil spun around quickly to see who had snatched her weapon only to receive the shock of her life.

Oh no.

Dumbfounded from shock, Cecil tried to take a step back but stumbled in the process and almost fell and the huge man caught her. Though he saved her ungrateful ass, that arm around her waist felt as if it was scalding her and she jerked out of it immediately.

”Urm, thank you?” She wasn't sure about that one.

”If you were that grateful, you wouldn't have attempted to hit him with the poker,” Emerald tossed the poker away while Andrew had a huge look of surprise - women were scary.

”You're saying I shouldn't defend yourself,” Cecil was vexed. Her whole situation was frustrating her, she was taking it out on them.

”Not from the people who saved your pretty ass,” He retorted

”It's not like the people who saved my pretty ass had a good tag - wait a minute, pretty ass?” her brows raised questioningly.

Emerald coughed awkwardly, he had not meant to say that; it was a slip of his tongue.

”How did you find us?” Cecil decided to change the topic since it was becoming awkward.

”Reina sent us,”

”Y-you,” She couldn't believe her ears, ”You work for Reina?”

”Her father to be specific,” was his answer.

”Then, how did you find us so easily? Reina had said it would take time”

”He was already searching for -”

”We were in the area by chance,” he interrupted Andrew who almost spilled his secret. Their eyes met and Andrew saw that as a cue to take his leave.

Andrew obeyed immediately knowing how tortuous that giant's punishment could be. He left the room for them both - making sure to close it.

With Andrew gone, Cecil felt the room had strangely become smaller and stuffy, not to mention the intense tension in the air. Then it crossed her mind...

”My son, Pedro? Where is...?”