radicalducati Chapter 101
Chapter 101
Alessia's eyes grew cold. If it were just her, she was confident she could avoid Sisca's attack, but she was holding the unconscious Eleanor, which made her movements limited, and she couldn't be sure.
However, as a mother, even if she couldn't avoid it, she had to try.
Alessia instinctively hugged Eleanor tightly, pressing her little head against her chest and moving her body to the side.
By doing this, even if she were pushed down the stairs, it would greatly reduce the possibility of Eleanor getting hurt.
Fortunately, what she feared did not happen.
Just at the critical moment, when Sisca was about to hit her, Dominic acted.
Dominic was agile, without any hesitation. He raised his leg and kicked Sisca in the side.
Sisca was like a tattered kite, brushing past Alessia's back and crashing into the opposite wall, then sliding down to the ground.
Sisca made a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from her mouth.
"Sisca!"
Mr. Fraser hurried over to Sisca's side. Seeing his daughter's face covered in blood, he wanted to help her up but was afraid of causing more harm, so he appeared helpless.
In contrast, Mrs. Fraser stood with her arms crossed, appearing too indifferent. There was even a hint of reproach on her face, as if blaming Sisca for not succeeding in truly hurting Alessia.
With the unexpected turn of events, the police finally approached.
Several police officers helped the injured Sisca up and handcuffed both Mr. Fraser and Mrs. Fraser.
Mr. Fraser drooped his head, seeming to have accepted his fate.
Mrs. Fraser, on the other hand, struggled and shouted, "Why are you arresting me? I didn't kidnap the child; it was all Sisca's doing. If you want to arrest someone, arrest her!"
Upon hearing Mrs. Fraser's words, the police officer who handcuffed her couldn't help but frown.
There was no mother in the world who would push all the blame onto her own daughter.
Although Sisca had kidnapped a child and intentionally harmed someone, the police couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.
Having such a mother was truly unfortunate.
"Shut up! While you may not have directly participated in the kidnapping, you were involved and an accomplice. Speak at the police station!" a police officer reprimanded, unable to bear it any longer.
After receiving a scolding, Mrs. Fraser reluctantly fell silent, her face etched with concern as she inquired, "How long am I going to be sentenced for? My son has a break this weekend, and there's no one to cook for him. We'll have to resort to takeout again. Plus, nobody's tidying up the house. This simply won't do."
Even when facing imprisonment, she was still concerned about cooking and cleaning for her son, showing how much weight he carried in her heart.
On the contrary, her own daughter had just fallen and been injured in front of her, but she showed no compassion. Comparing the two, her heart was clearly skewed to outer space.
Finally, even Mr. Fraser, who had always been a yes-man at home, couldn't stand it. He glanced at Mrs. Fraser impatiently. "Enough, just calm down a bit. Our son can live without you!"
"How can it be the same? I have always been the one taking care of our son." Mrs. Fraser wiped her tears and complained, "It's all because you're useless. Nothing ever goes right with you. Being married to you feels like a streak of bad luck."
"It's been nothing but bad luck for me! I've been unlucky to marry you! If it weren't for you always asking our daughter for money, if it weren't for you being indifferent to poverty but encouraging our daughter to marry a rich man, how could our daughter end up like this today?" Mr. Fraser was furious, his cheeks flushed red.
Only when things had irreversibly progressed did he finally realize his mistake. Choosing a wife is choosing a lifestyle. Indulgence is equivalent to killing.
It was only at this moment that he truly understood.
"Isn't it all your fault that we've come to this point? If you had the capability, would I need to be like this?" Mrs. Fraser was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to pounce on him.
But her hands were shackled, and she couldn't settle the score with Mr. Fraser. In the end, she could only shout and glare at him fiercely before being sent into the car.
As Mrs. Fraser was sent into the car, finally, there was some peace and quiet.
Mr. Fraser looked up at the azure sky, calming his mind. Then, with a self-reproachful glance, he looked at the injured Sisca, who was being supported by the police, and tears of regret finally streamed down his face.
"Sisca, it's all Daddy's fault."
However, in the face of her father's apology, Sisca did not respond with gratitude. She didn't even bother to look up at him.
She had already sunk into her own paranoid world, murmuring repeatedly under her breath, "Why didn't you die, Alessia? How could you not have died!"
The Fraser family of three were then taken away in the police car.
Alessia's mood, on the other hand, was somewhat complicated. Who was to blame for today's outcome?
Mr. Fraser was a gambler and indeed had no ability.
Mrs. Fraser was biased towards men and exploited her daughter.
Sisca was undoubtedly pitiful, but she chose to repay kindness with malice and never considered escaping from her family and forging her own path in life.
Before Alessia could dwell on it further, the police interrupted her thoughts.
"Mr. Carter, we'll be leaving now. We'll need your statement later, so please cooperate."
"Thank you!" Dominic nodded.
Watching the police cars drive away, Dominic finally turned his head and took Eleanor from Alessia's arms.
Alessia didn't refuse as Dominic carried Eleanor away.
Dominic, for the sake of Eleanor, showed no mercy to Sisca. It was evident that he was a qualified father.
So, holding Eleanor was his right.
The sun gradually rose.
On the way back, Alessia drove while Dominic sat in the back with Eleanor.
After driving for about ten minutes, Eleanor woke up.
When the little one saw herself lying in her father's arms, she rubbed her eyes with her soft little hands and asked uncertainly, "Daddy? Did you and Mommy come to rescue me? Am I dreaming?"
"Silly girl, it's not a dream. Daddy's Elle is safe. Daddy and Mommy just came a little late," Dominic gently kissed Eleanor's forehead.
"It's not late!" Eleanor's heart was reassured, and she released her tight grip on Dominic's sleeve, revealing a sweet smile. So obedient that she could melt anyone's heart.
Dominic carefully brushed aside the stray hair on Eleanor's forehead and held her small hand in his palm.
Big hand holding small hand, it felt incredibly harmonious and peaceful.
Alessia, through the rearview mirror, watched the interaction between the father and daughter, her lips unconsciously curling upwards.
Who would have thought that the cold-blooded demon in the business field also had such a tender side? If his subordinates saw this, they would definitely be shocked.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at a nearby town.
One night without sleep would take a toll on anyone, and driving while exhausted could lead to accidents.
Alessia suggested, "Mr. Carter, how about we grab something to eat and rest for a while before continuing?"
Dominic looked at the tired Eleanor in his arms and nodded, indicating his agreement. He was also afraid of tiring out his little cotton ball.
Alessia drove until they stopped in front of a hotel.
Although it was located in a small town, the hotel's decor was quite good, with white walls and green tiles, featuring a simple and elegant antique style. The environment was clean and tidy.
Most importantly, the landlady was exceptionally warm and welcoming.
The landlady, in her thirties, stood behind the counter. As soon as she saw Dominic, Alessia, and Eleanor entering, her eyes lit up.
This small town was on the way to Niagara escarpment, and there were many travelers passing through, but a family of three with such high attractiveness was truly rare.
Who wouldn't like good-looking people?
When Dominic and Alessia handed over their IDs, the landlady was quite enthusiastic in her recommendation, "Sir, Madam, Room 408 is very nice, with plenty of sunlight. It's perfect for your family of three to stay in."
There was a slight stiffness in Dominic's handsome face.
Alessia also cleared her throat lightly to ease her embarrassment. She knew the landlady had misunderstood, but she wasn't the type to explain herself to strangers.
She was just about to speak up and ask the landlady for two rooms when she saw her daughter in Dominic's arms speaking up in her childish voice.
"Thank you, Auntie, for arranging it."
Alessia furrowed her brows, wanting to correct her, but when she met her daughter's clear and bright eyes, she couldn't say a word.
Forget it. Her daughter had just experienced a kidnapping. If she liked it, let her be. Besides, staying in the same room with Dominic didn't mean anything.
Alessia sighed inwardly, glanced at Dominic, and found that he didn't show any reaction, obviously thinking the same as her.
They went upstairs and entered the room.
Room 408 was indeed as the landlady described, with plenty of sunlight. There was a milky white blanket on the floor, and the room was adorned with green plants. Standing in front of the large French windows, one could see the trees and the stream outside, with the sunlight refracting colorful rays.
The environment was indeed nice, but unfortunately, there was only one bed in the entire room.
How were they going to sleep?
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