Chapter 235: Contempt
"Faster! Go faster! Can you even do this?! If not, let me drive!" Eleanor Bishop was frantic. Staring at the car less than ten meters ahead, she was so angry she looked ready to leap from the passenger seat and kick the driver out of the car.
The man was visibly annoyed. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, his tone impatient. "Can you stop shouting?! Say one more word, and I’m leaving you to deal with this yourselves!"
Yelled at by the man, Eleanor Bishop leaned back against her seat and started crying again.
An idea struck Mika Summers, and she said urgently, "Eleanor, don’t worry. I’m calling the police right now."
"Don’t call the police! Call your brother. If the call doesn’t go through, text him. Just whatever you do, don’t call the police yet," Eleanor Bishop said in a panic.
"Why shouldn’t I call the police? Eleanor, are you and my brother hiding something from us?" ’Otherwise, why would her child have been suddenly snatched away?’
"No, there’s nothing, nothing at all! Just don’t call the police! Call Archie. Archie will have a plan," Eleanor Bishop said, shaking her head as she cried.
"Okay, okay, okay. Don’t cry. I’ll call my brother, I won’t call the police."
Nearby, Ian Shaw listened to the two women, his brows furrowed tightly. ’Her child has been kidnapped, yet she won’t let them call the police? This is the first time I’ve ever seen a mother act this way.’
Mika Summers still couldn’t get the call to go through. She sent several more texts to Archie Summers, explaining the situation.
Just as Mika finished, the car suddenly swerved and slammed to a stop. Caught off guard, Mika was thrown from the back seat, landing with her head on the man’s shoulder.
Ian Shaw fought back the urge to curse and asked, "Are you okay?"
Mika rubbed her head, lifting it from Ian Shaw’s shoulder. "I’m fine," she answered quietly.
Eleanor Bishop’s mind was entirely on the car ahead; she had no patience to listen to the two of them talk. She threw her door open and was the first one out.
"Eleanor!" After steadying herself, Mika saw that Eleanor Bishop had already gotten out. She quickly followed, rushing to catch up.
With a cold expression, Ian Shaw cracked his neck twice. He unbuckled his seatbelt, then got out and closed the door at a deliberate pace, a stark contrast to their panic.
The moment she was out, Eleanor Bishop ran to the car in front. She pounded on the door, screaming at the top of her lungs, "You bastards, open this door! Give me back my child!"
The child inside the car wailed incessantly, while outside, Eleanor Bishop continued to pound on the door and scream.
Mika ran over and pulled Eleanor Bishop back, coaxing in a low voice, "Eleanor, please stop. You’re scaring Rory."
"Mika, did your brother answer?" Eleanor Bishop spun around, grabbing Mika’s arm and asking urgently.
"No." Mika frowned and shook her head.
Just then, Ian Shaw walked over, a rock in his hand. He approached the car door, sized up the window, then made a contemptuous gesture at the man sitting inside.
The man in the car sat with an air of pure elegance and dignity, completely unaffected by the chaos unfolding around him.
When Ian Shaw saw the man didn’t react, he gave a cold, wicked smirk and raised his hand to smash the window.
Seeing this, a terrified Eleanor Bishop quickly grabbed Ian Shaw. "Don’t! You’ll hurt the child!"
"Hah. Then what do you want me to do?" Ian Shaw pulled his hand back, a look of complete exasperation on his face. "You won’t let me call the police, and you won’t let me break into the car. So, you tell me, what’s the plan?"