The following day, while having breakfast with Nana and my two bodyguards, Daniel arrived and informed us that his hired private investigator had identified the man who kidnapped my child, and he had been caught. So, we didn't finish our meal and hurriedly went to the police station.
When we arrived at the station, the man was already in custody and had given a statement to the police. It was confirmed that he was indeed the man in the footage who kidnapped my child. At first, he refused to confess, but eventually, he admitted who had ordered him to do it. The man's face was bruised when I saw him, with marks on his cheek and lips; perhaps the police had beaten him before he confessed.
"Dad, where is Catrine?" I asked as I called Dad.
"Catrine is here in the house. Why are you asking, s
