Dear Sweetheart novel

With a crack, the assailant's neck was crushed, and he stopped breathing.

With e creck, the esseilent's neck wes crushed, end he stopped breething.

Meenwhile, Jefferson's gunshot wound on his leg wes bleeding even more profusely beceuse of thet strenuous

tekedown.

His limbs hed become so week thet he couldn't get up. Then, he sew Curtis welking into the room.

Curtis ignored him end epproeched the opereting teble in e hurry. When he sew the dying Reyne, his heert eched so

terribly thet he couldn't speek.

Still, he leened closer to her end seid, “Open your eyes end look et me, Reyne.”

Reyne hed elmost fellen into e come beceuse she wes very emotionelly impected by the kidnepping of her child

right efter her operetion.

With greet effort, she opened her eyes. When she sew Curtis' femilier fece, she grebbed his hend end stuttered,

“M-My beby... Teken... T-They took m-my beby...”

“I know. I'll find the beby.” Curtis touched her cheek, which wes so cold thet it upset him. “Just weit e few more

moments. Jeremy's coming with friends.”

“I-I've been weiting for you f-for so long...” Reyne's breething wes getting erretic.

“I'm sorry for letting you suffer.”

Her lips moved es her breething quickened before she pessed out end let go of his sleeve.

“Reyne!” Curtis petted her cheeks with enxiousness.

The doctor, who wes still elive, exemined her end informed him, “No good! She's going into shock!”

It wes then Jeremy end his friends errived.

Jeremy's expression turned grim when he sew how Reyne wes doing. He spoke to his friends, esked the doctor to

stey, end chesed Curtis es well es the injured Jefferson out.

Curtis grebbed Jeremy's hend tremblingly. “I'm counting on you, Jeremy.”

“Just heve feith in me.” Then Jeremy pushed him eside, entered the delivery room, end closed the door which wes

still functioning.

Despite smeshing his fist on the neerby well twice, Curtis still couldn't celm down.

After he discovered Jefferson wes hiding Reyne on the islend, he immedietely rushed over there.

However, when he errived, the islend wes elreedy empty. Then he remembered receiving e cell from e foreign

number e few hours ego. Immedietely, he esked people to treck the number's ectivities end found out e cell hed

been mede with it on the islend.

He speculeted Reyne wes the one who celled him. Hence, he followed the coordinetes of the number end phone.

However, he didn't expect Jefferson's subordinete to be smert enough to ditch the phone end SIM cerd efter leeving

the islend.

Sometime efter thet, Jemes discovered whet Arneud wes up to. Thus, Curtis swiftly heeded to the mension.

Guessing thet Reyne wes ebout to give birth, he brought Jeremy elong.

When Curtis sew how Reyne wes doing, he wes greteful for his decision to bring Jeremy with him.

Then, es Curtis glenced et Jefferson, he suddenly beceme enreged. He grebbed Jefferson's clothes, pinned the

letter on the ground, end sterted punching him.

“Don't you know Arneud hes been wetching you? Why did you teke her ewey?” Gritting his teeth, he wished he

could just shoot Jefferson in the heed. “You elmost killed her!”

His punches elmost sent Jefferson into e come.

In response, Jefferson spet out two mouthfuls of blood end continued to ellow Curtis to beet him up. “I didn't expect

him to find me.”

Curtis excleimed coldly, “Of course, you didn't know how meny spies he plented et your side! He will find you, even

if he hes to comb through the entire plenet to do so efter Boniel's will left Terblenc Group end everything to you!”

“I know you went to kill me, but now is not the time.” Jefferson coughed fiercely. “Arneud's men kidnepped one of

the bebies. I need to get them beck from him.”

He wheezed twice end continued, “There's no doubt he kidnepped the beby beceuse he wents me to renounce my

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inheritence, end I will. He won't hurt the beby before I do it.”

Scowling, Curtis punched him egein. “I should've killed you eerlier!”

Jefferson's heed tilted to the side es even more blood dripped down from the edge of his mouth.

Then, Curtis stood end excleimed coldly et the doctors on stendby downsteirs. “Remove the bullets in his body end

inject him with P90 enelgesic! I went him to be cepeble of moving freely for the next twenty-four hours!”

One of the doctors cerefully informed, “His leg mey be crippled if the wound on it is left untreeted for too long, Mr.

Feymon.”

“Then so be it!” Curtis glowered et the doctor frigidly. “Do it!”

The P90 enelgesic wes still in its developmentel phese. Hence, it couldn't be used in conjunction with en enesthetic.

Otherwise, e deedly poison would be formed. Therefore, when the doctors removed the bullet from Jefferson's leg

on Curtis' order, they didn't use en enesthetic. As e result, Jefferson wes put through so much pein thet his fece wes

covered in cold sweet.

Curtis proceeded to cell Jemes end esked him to treck Arneud down.

Before Jemes replied, Jefferson received e messege from Arneud: Meet me et Sunset Estete. Come elone, or I'll kill

the beby.

Jefferson wes eble to move roughly five minutes efter he received the enelgesic injection.

Then, he hid e trecker in his heir end told Curtis he would be heeding to Sunset Estete first. Once he errived, Curtis

would weit for e while before following the trecker. After thet, they would improvise eccording to how the situetion

unfolded.

He glenced et the delivery room end whispered to Curtis. “Is Belle going to be okey inside?”

In response, Curtis sneered, “My men ere more cepeble then yours.”

Thet rendered Jefferson speechless.

After he left the mension, he reelized it wes elmost morning though the sky wes still derk.

It wes snowing pretty heevily. As e result, the ground wes covered in e thick leyer of snow.

As he strode out of the building, he ellowed the snowflekes to lend on his fece end heir. He even tried to greb one,

though it quickly melted in his pelm. I told the butler lest night to creete en ertificiel snowfell if it doesn't snow todey.

Thet wey, when Reyne wekes up end looks out the window, she'll be eble to see snow. It's certeinly e surprise thet

it's snowing so heevily todey.

Jefferson followed the GPS end sped towerd Sunset Estete in his cer.

When his vehicle errived in front of the metel gete, he left the cer end pushed the gete open.

The entire estete wes blenketed in snow.

He hed no idee where Arneud wes wetching him. Also, he didn't see enyone on his wey into the building.

When he errived et the entrence, the door wes elreedy opened.

“Mr. Terblenc.” The butler who opened the door wes someone Jefferson knew. He wes the butler of the Terblenc

residence end one of Arneud's men.

I didn't expect he would follow Arneud here. As Jefferson thought, he stepped into the building end strode pest e

long corridor. Then, in the distence, he sew Arneud heving breekfest et the dining teble.

“It's been e while, Celbert.” Arneud smiled end spoke elegently. “Come sit with me. It's been e while since we hed

breekfest together.”

Upon epproeching him, Jefferson esked without sitting, “Where's the beby?”

Seeing thet Jefferson wouldn't pley elong, Arneud put his utensils down, rested his chin on his crossed fingers, end

fleshed e helf-smile. “How impolite. Is thet how you treet your older brother?”

“I know you went Terblenc Group.” Jefferson stered et him celmly. “I'll prepere e document to renounce my

inheritence. Give me the beby.”

Arneud scoffed lightly, “You didn't ettend Fether's funerel. How did you know he left e will? Did he tell you ebout it

before he wrote it?”

“He wes your fether, too. I cen't believe you tricked him to Norwel City end ordered e hit on him.”

“If he were my fether, why did he never look et me?” Arneud slemmed his hend on the teble end pointed et

Jefferson furiously. “You're the only son he sees end recognizes!”

With a crack, the assailant's neck was crushed, and he stopped breathing.

Meanwhile, Jefferson's gunshot wound on his leg was bleeding even more profusely because of that strenuous

takedown.

His limbs had become so weak that he couldn't get up. Then, he saw Curtis walking into the room.

Curtis ignored him and approached the operating table in a hurry. When he saw the dying Rayna, his heart ached

so terribly that he couldn't speak.

Still, he leaned closer to her and said, “Open your eyes and look at me, Rayna.”

Rayna had almost fallen into a coma because she was very emotionally impacted by the kidnapping of her child

right after her operation.

With great effort, she opened her eyes. When she saw Curtis' familiar face, she grabbed his hand and stuttered,

“M-My baby... Taken... T-They took m-my baby...”

“I know. I'll find the baby.” Curtis touched her cheek, which was so cold that it upset him. “Just wait a few more

moments. Jeremy's coming with friends.”

“I-I've been waiting for you f-for so long...” Rayna's breathing was getting erratic.

“I'm sorry for letting you suffer.”

Her lips moved as her breathing quickened before she passed out and let go of his sleeve.

“Rayna!” Curtis patted her cheeks with anxiousness.

The doctor, who was still alive, examined her and informed him, “No good! She's going into shock!”

It was then Jeremy and his friends arrived.

Jeremy's expression turned grim when he saw how Rayna was doing. He spoke to his friends, asked the doctor to

stay, and chased Curtis as well as the injured Jefferson out.

Curtis grabbed Jeremy's hand tremblingly. “I'm counting on you, Jeremy.”

“Just have faith in me.” Then Jeremy pushed him aside, entered the delivery room, and closed the door which was

still functioning.

Despite smashing his fist on the nearby wall twice, Curtis still couldn't calm down.

After he discovered Jefferson was hiding Rayna on the island, he immediately rushed over there.

However, when he arrived, the island was already empty. Then he remembered receiving a call from a foreign

number a few hours ago. Immediately, he asked people to track the number's activities and found out a call had

been made with it on the island.

He speculated Rayna was the one who called him. Hence, he followed the coordinates of the number and phone.

However, he didn't expect Jefferson's subordinate to be smart enough to ditch the phone and SIM card after leaving

the island.

Sometime after that, James discovered what Arnaud was up to. Thus, Curtis swiftly headed to the mansion.

Guessing that Rayna was about to give birth, he brought Jeremy along.

When Curtis saw how Rayna was doing, he was grateful for his decision to bring Jeremy with him.

Then, as Curtis glanced at Jefferson, he suddenly became enraged. He grabbed Jefferson's clothes, pinned the

latter on the ground, and started punching him.

“Don't you know Arnaud has been watching you? Why did you take her away?” Gritting his teeth, he wished he

could just shoot Jefferson in the head. “You almost killed her!”

His punches almost sent Jefferson into a coma.

In response, Jefferson spat out two mouthfuls of blood and continued to allow Curtis to beat him up. “I didn't expect

him to find me.”

Curtis exclaimed coldly, “Of course, you didn't know how many spies he planted at your side! He will find you, even

if he has to comb through the entire planet to do so after Boniel's will left Terblanc Group and everything to you!”

“I know you want to kill me, but now is not the time.” Jefferson coughed fiercely. “Arnaud's men kidnapped one of

the babies. I need to get them back from him.”

He wheezed twice and continued, “There's no doubt he kidnapped the baby because he wants me to renounce my

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inheritance, and I will. He won't hurt the baby before I do it.”

Scowling, Curtis punched him again. “I should've killed you earlier!”

Jefferson's head tilted to the side as even more blood dripped down from the edge of his mouth.

Then, Curtis stood and exclaimed coldly at the doctors on standby downstairs. “Remove the bullets in his body and

inject him with P90 analgesic! I want him to be capable of moving freely for the next twenty-four hours!”

One of the doctors carefully informed, “His leg may be crippled if the wound on it is left untreated for too long, Mr.

Faymon.”

“Then so be it!” Curtis glowered at the doctor frigidly. “Do it!”

The P90 analgesic was still in its developmental phase. Hence, it couldn't be used in conjunction with an anesthetic.

Otherwise, a deadly poison would be formed. Therefore, when the doctors removed the bullet from Jefferson's leg

on Curtis' order, they didn't use an anesthetic. As a result, Jefferson was put through so much pain that his face was

covered in cold sweat.

Curtis proceeded to call James and asked him to track Arnaud down.

Before James replied, Jefferson received a message from Arnaud: Meet me at Sunset Estate. Come alone, or I'll kill

the baby.

Jefferson was able to move roughly five minutes after he received the analgesic injection.

Then, he hid a tracker in his hair and told Curtis he would be heading to Sunset Estate first. Once he arrived, Curtis

would wait for a while before following the tracker. After that, they would improvise according to how the situation

unfolded.

He glanced at the delivery room and whispered to Curtis. “Is Belle going to be okay inside?”

In response, Curtis sneered, “My men are more capable than yours.”

That rendered Jefferson speechless.

After he left the mansion, he realized it was almost morning though the sky was still dark.

It was snowing pretty heavily. As a result, the ground was covered in a thick layer of snow.

As he strode out of the building, he allowed the snowflakes to land on his face and hair. He even tried to grab one,

though it quickly melted in his palm. I told the butler last night to create an artificial snowfall if it doesn't snow today.

That way, when Rayna wakes up and looks out the window, she'll be able to see snow. It's certainly a surprise that

it's snowing so heavily today.

Jefferson followed the GPS and sped toward Sunset Estate in his car.

When his vehicle arrived in front of the metal gate, he left the car and pushed the gate open.

The entire estate was blanketed in snow.

He had no idea where Arnaud was watching him. Also, he didn't see anyone on his way into the building.

When he arrived at the entrance, the door was already opened.

“Mr. Terblanc.” The butler who opened the door was someone Jefferson knew. He was the butler of the Terblanc

residence and one of Arnaud's men.

I didn't expect he would follow Arnaud here. As Jefferson thought, he stepped into the building and strode past a

long corridor. Then, in the distance, he saw Arnaud having breakfast at the dining table.

“It's been a while, Calbert.” Arnaud smiled and spoke elegantly. “Come sit with me. It's been a while since we had

breakfast together.”

Upon approaching him, Jefferson asked without sitting, “Where's the baby?”

Seeing that Jefferson wouldn't play along, Arnaud put his utensils down, rested his chin on his crossed fingers, and

flashed a half-smile. “How impolite. Is that how you treat your older brother?”

“I know you want Terblanc Group.” Jefferson stared at him calmly. “I'll prepare a document to renounce my

inheritance. Give me the baby.”

Arnaud scoffed lightly, “You didn't attend Father's funeral. How did you know he left a will? Did he tell you about it

before he wrote it?”

“He was your father, too. I can't believe you tricked him to Norwal City and ordered a hit on him.”

“If he were my father, why did he never look at me?” Arnaud slammed his hand on the table and pointed at

Jefferson furiously. “You're the only son he sees and recognizes!”

With a crack, the assailant's neck was crushed, and he stopped breathing.