Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again
Chapter 0087

Caroline's POV:

The woman, despite having kinder features than the nanny, still alarmed me with how much she resembled Laura. Even if she wasn't the nanny that had stolen George, she was still clearly related to her. These clearly weren't some random thugs Laura had picked up off the street. Knowing this, the uneasy feeling in my belly that Laura had given me didn't go away.

"Jesus, the ground must be so uncomfortable," she fussed, strolling over to me and offering me a helping hand. I took it, though not without great hesitation. The ache in my ankle still hindered my movement, but I knew I could handle myself for the most part. The woman spun on her heel to face the thinner of the two men. "You're making her lay on the floor, Brook? She's a person, not an animal! You couldn't at least get her a mattress?"

The man, Brook apparently, jumped in surprise and immediately went on the defensive. "Hey, she's not even supposed to be here! We didn't even know what to do with her!"

She pinched the bridge of her nose in agitation before peering back at me. She must have noticed the profound confusion on my face, because she quickly moved to explain herself.

"I'm sorry these men here have given you such a hassle," she sighed, her smile sympathetic and kind. "My name is Mia. I'm a villager here."

A villager? I didn't even realize there were villages nearby William's villa. Where was I? In the end, it didn't matter, because my priorities were set on one thing and one thing only: making sure George was safe.

"Nice to meet you, Mia. I'm Caroline," I introduced myself.

"Caroline? Well, ain't that a lovely name?" Mia chuckled with a smile.

I faked a smile of my own, because while this woman seemed nice, I couldn't forget she was related to Laura. "I was brought here with a baby. His name is George. Do you know where he is?"

"George?" Mia chirped, as though connecting a name to the face for the first time. "Of course I do. The little one is staying with my children, and they're getting along rather well, if I do say so myself. My daughter especially has taken a liking to him. If it wasn't for her physical condition, then..."

She fell silent, a wince of pain crossing over her face. I was admittedly rather curious, but for the sake of staying in her good graces, I didn't ask.

Within seconds, the smile was back on her face, but it felt far more performative. "Would you like to go see him?" she asked enthusiastically.

I was hit with shock at the offer.

Was she really just going to let me see George with no fuss? Had they really been taking good care of him during this time? These three didn't look

e kidnappers at all, much less

like ones. Of course, Neapt at

the opportunity.

"I would love to see George," I replied eagerly.

Brook appeared conflicted, and he moved to gently place a hand on Mia's shoulder. "Are you sure that's a good idea? She's clearly the 'other woman'."

Mia brushed his hand off with a warm smile. "Come on, just let her see him. What do you think, Harry?"

The driver, "Harry", hesitated for a few seconds and then he cracked a smile and nodded. "Alright, go on and take her. Just make sure she doesn't run, alright?"

"I'll make sure of it," Mia giggled and assured them before gesturing for me to follow.

Upon walking out the door, I was met with a beautiful, quaint little village. It seemed to be set up in a rather remote location, one with plenty of greenery in the surrounding area and serenaded by the songs of birds and wind blowing through the leaves. The only oddity was that I didn't see many other villagers around. There was one or two that lurked in the area, but otherwise it was pretty quiet.

Mia brought me to a small white house next door. It was simple, but the porch was neat and tidy and the garden was lush with flowers and ferns. As we entered, cleanliness was a clear pattern, for it was obvious someone tidied up regularly.

As soon as I entered, my eyes

landed on George, who was sitting on a small bed gummily eating his fingers. "George!" I gasped with joy, suddenly hit with the uncontrollable urge to run to him and scoop-him up in my arms. Strange; why did I care so much for him? He wasn't even my own child.

Before I could go to him, it hit me that there was a girl sitting next to him. She was young, most likely in her teens. Her skin was pale, she looked unhealthily thin, and she seemed so weak that it looked like she could collapse on the spot at any time. Despite her frailty, she still had a warm smile that graced her face. By all means, she appeared to be a lovely girl. Mia spoke up, watching the girl play with George with fondness in her eyes. "She is my daughter, Alice," she introduced enthusiastically, before her smile twitched into a small, morose frown. "I'm sure you can tell that she's... different from other children."