One night stand with my president(chapter 655)

 

Chapter 655: Thanks to Harrison Thomson

In the hospital, Connie Miller opened her eyes to see Alberto Mendoza sitting by her bedside.

His head was bowed, his face etched with pain and guilt, a stubble of dark beard visible on his chin.

Connie wanted to reach out and touch him, but the slightest movement sent a wave of pain through her body, causing her to suck in a sharp breath.

Her hands and feet had been tightly bound for so long, and coupled with being thrown and kicked by that man, her entire body ached unbearably.

Now, her leg was also in a cast.

It was likely fractured.

Hearing the sound, Alberto immediately looked up and took her hand.

"You're awake."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Having been with him for so long, Connie understood him well.

She knew he must be deeply blaming himself for her kidnapping.

So, despite the pain, she forced a small, unconcerned smile.

"It's okay, I'm fine," she said, squeezing his hand.

"Look, I'm right here in front of you, aren't I? And you got there so quickly."

They really had arrived just in time.

If they had been a little later...

However, by then, she had already resolved that no matter the cost, she wouldn't let that man succeed. So, what might have happened was anyone's guess.

But regardless, their timely arrival was the best possible outcome.

"Connie," Alberto said, his expression pained, a hint of a sob in his voice. "I'm not a good boyfriend. I let you suffer so much."

"It's not your fault," Connie said. "The other side had ulterior motives and planned this for a long time. No matter how careful we were, it's hard to guard against something like this."

After a pause, she asked, "But how did you find that place so quickly? It looked incredibly remote."

Alberto said, "That... was all thanks to Harrison Thomson."

Actually, after sensing something was off about Monica, Harrison had tiny tracking devices installed in a pair of Connie's earrings.

This pair of earrings was a gift from Alberto to Connie. Connie loved them and wore them every day.

Of course, aside from locating Connie's position, these trackers couldn't spy on any of her privacy.

Harrison did this as a precaution. He wouldn't monitor Connie's daily whereabouts, but if something happened, he could locate her, saving a lot of investigation time.

This time, as soon as he heard about Connie's kidnapping, he immediately checked her location, then joined the police and Alberto in the helicopter pursuit.

The kidnappers had discarded Connie's phone, but they never would have thought that the small earrings in her ears contained tracking devices.

The signal was lost for a period mid-way, dausing a slight delay. Otherwise, they could have rescued Connie even sooner.

"There were trackers in my earrings? I had no idea," Connie said, surprised.

"He was worried you might feel uncomfortable, so he didn't tell you," Alberto explained. "Don't worry, they don't invade your privacy at all. They're only for locating you in an emergency."

"I understand," Connie said. "I really have to thank him properly this time. Otherwise, you definitely wouldn't have found me so quickly."

Alberto nodded.

If they had been just a little later...

He truly didn't dare to think about it.

"Who exactly was behind kidnapping me?"

Connie asked, frowning. "When I was in the truck, I heard those men say it seemed like someone who had a grudge against me handed me over to them?"

Alberto's expression turned cold instantly.

"It was the Livingston family."

"So it was them," Connie's face darkened as well.

"All these years, they've opposed the Mendoza family in business-fine, competition in business is normal. But now, they resort to kidnapping me... What kind of deep-seated hatred is this?"

"They wanted to get rid of you to pave the way for Monica."

"What?"

Connie was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood.

"You mean, Monica is actually connected to the Livingston family?"

"Yes, Monica was actually sent by the Livingston family," Alberto said. "As for Pharrell... he's not my son."

Alberto looked steadily at Connie and said,

"Nothing ever happened between Monica and me."

Actually, he had always felt puzzled before. 

He knew himself. His heart belonged

entirely to Connie. Even drunk, he wouldn't sleep with another woman. Moreover, he truly had no memory of being with Monica. 

Even if he was blackout drunk that night, shouldn't he remember at least a tiny fragment? Yet, the paternity test results were there. He could only explain it as being so drunk that night he truly mistook Monica for Connie and remembered nothing afterward.

But now, all the mysteries were solved. The paternity test was falsified. Pharrell wasn't his child. He had never done anything to betray Connie.

"You... Pharrell really isn't your child?"

In truth, Connie was happy, but the immense shock at the moment made the joy less pronounced. What followed was sympathy for Pharrell. Even before, she hadn't disliked Pharrell.

What could an infant in swaddling clothes possibly understand? Now, she felt even more pity for the child. He was so young, suffering from such a serious illness, and being used by others.

"Then... what will happen to Pharrell now?"

Connie asked. "Maybe... we should still help him." Alberto nodded and said, "Mom already said that no matter what, we must get Pharrell's illness treated first."

As he finished speaking, his phone screen lit up with a message from Adeline Hensley, asking if Connie was awake.

Actually, Adeline and Gracie Mendoza had been at the hospital the whole time, but thinking Connie was still unconscious and too many people might disturb her rest, they let Alberto keep watch alone first.

After replying to Adeline's message, the mother and daughter quickly arrived.

"Connie!" Gracie rushed to the bedside as soon as she entered. "Are you alright?"

"Aunt Gracie, I'm fine," Connie said with a reassuring smile. "Really, I'll be okay after resting for a few days."

Gracie's gaze fell on the cast on Connie's leg, her heart aching. "Your leg is fractured, and you say you're fine? Those bastards...

As she spoke, she felt her phone vibrate with a message. Taking it, she stepped out of the hospital room to make a call.

Adeline said with a smile, "Mom is busy dealing, with the Livingston Group right now. She's really going all out this time. It seems the Livingston family is about to have their hands full."

"They'll have more than enough to worry about," Alberto said coldly.