CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
The word “kidn*pped” reverberated in my head, and as the sad news hit my hearing, I collapsed to the ground.
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RODRIGO’S POV
I looked at Perlah knocked unconscious on the hospital bed.
“Who will kidnap a baby? Why is this happening to us?” questions flying around my head like a baseball. Hearing a groan, I looked down and noticed Perlah was awake.
“Hey, you are awake, how do you feel?” I asked in concern, touching her forehead.
“My son, your wicked brothers took him, I want my son back,” Perlah whispered, dragging me by the collar.
“I don’t know Perlah, but we will find him, that I promise you,” I slowly replied, looking down sadly.
“Find my son,” Perlah murmured again, along with silent tears.
I picked up my phone
