Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 91: The Secret Enemy

Walking into the hospital, Ethan was clenching his hand into a fist. A police officer walked with him and reported, "Mr. Wright. The other kidnapper is dead. The other is having an operation. We will soon find out of their intentions."

"The plates to the black van... Sadly, they are fake," revealed the police. "It would seem as though, the accident, a block away from the hotel, was also part of their plan."

Ethan's eyes narrowed, hearing the statement coming from the police. His jaws tightened before asking, "Where is my wife?"

"She is being checked right now." Pointing to a guarded room, the police said, "That room at the end of the hallway." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Seeing Edgar by the door, Ethan glared at him and said, "I expected much from you, Edgar."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wright." Edgar could only apologize, blaming himself for being late.

That night, he had several bumps while driving in the direction of the hotel from the mansion. It was as if, circumstances were planted for him to be late in fetching Samantha.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan tightened his hand against the knob. When he opened the door, he saw his wife, sitting in a hospital bed, embracing herself with her arms.

Her father, Winfield Davis was already there. His hands were on his waist, standing in front of Samantha.

"Ethan," called Winfield. "What took you so long."

"Sorry father, I had to ease the children before leaving," Ethan answered.

Samantha turned around and seeing her husband she cried outright.

Her eyes were already puffed from the experience of nearly being taken. For the last half an hour, she had been talking to the police and the medical team of the hospital while being examined.

"Sam, honey. I'm sorry," Ethan said outright, hugging Samantha. He repeatedly pecked on her forehead and said, "I'm so sorry."

"Ethan, this attempt abduction was planned," told the General. "I have my men check their sources, even with the police."

"The only people I know of who would want to hurt Samantha badly are Annie and Catherine, but their sources of money and connections are depleted now. I don't think they have the capacity of planning this." Winfield shook his head before saying, "I will have to check with Blake Taylor's family though."

"Ethan, I'm worried. They injected me with something. I'm really worried," Samantha said with difficulty, catching her breath as she expressed her words.

"Shhhh." Ethan stroked Samantha's hair and said, "We are going to find out what it was, okay. I had already spoken to the hospital director about the syringe. They are going to analyze the contents and get back to us with an answer soon."

"Everything will be alright, Sam. Everything will be fine," Ethan added.

In the days following that incident, news spread across the city of the attempt to kidnap the new Mrs. Wright.

All the more, Ethan strengthened the security around his home, his children, and most especially Samantha's.

Winfield naturally offered his soldiers as an added guard to Ethan and Samantha, not knowing who the enemy was.

Further investigation was done, coming from both Ethan's and Winfield's sides. Both their analysis suggested that it was not the doing of Blake's family nor Catherine's end. They were at a dead end, unable to find out who was their secret enemy.

Their only hope was the kidnapper, currently in a coma after his surgery.

Meanwhile, as they wait for the results of the laboratory, studying the syringe used to inject Samantha, paranoia struck Samantha that she no longer accepted a hug or kiss from Ethan and her children.

She took two days off from the hotel, but upon her return, she reduced her interaction with her co- chefs and ensured to wear a mask every time.

Despite receiving the initial blood results, showing that her laboratories were normal, Samantha was feeling reluctant.

The real score would be knowing what was inside the syringe, and the laboratory requested for an entire week to determine the exact contents.

Finally, the week passed and Ethan received a call from the private laboratory handling the examination of the syringe's compositions.

It was from his office that he took the call, speaking to one Dr. Rakesh on the other line.

"What is the update, Dr. Rakesh?" Ethan asked while tightly holding his phone up to his ear.

"Mr. Wright, the contents of the syringe are ovarian fluids from an infected woman with a disease which has been heard to have originated in Cambodia and Vietnam. Particularly the towns that

bordered the two countries," reported Dr. Rakesh. "It is said to be an autoimmune disease but nothing is certain for now."

Ethan gulped at the revelation. He massaged his temples and asked, "What are... the symptoms of this disease? What will happen to my wife? What is the cure?"

"Mr. Wright... the disease seems to develop only in women. It's not infectious by touch or exchange in saliva, but it supposedly develops in women with a poor immune system," answered the man on the phone. "It is a newly discovered disease that affects the woman's electrolytes and blood vessels, causing inflammation. The disease is called the Kannareth Disease. It was named after the doctor who first discovered it and was also a victim."

With a long sigh, Dr. Rakesh told, "Dr. Chan Kannareth died of the infection a year after developing it... Mr. Wright, as of now, there is no known cure for the illness. There are reports of survivors, but nothing is told about how they had remission."

"Mr. Wright, we don't know for sure if your wife will develop the disease, despite being exposed. We need to have her under more tests in the next few days and maybe weeks."

There was a moment of silence before Dr. Rakesh resumed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I don't know how this sample got here, but I only know of two pharmaceuticals who are in pursuit of finding a cure for this disease... The BNU pharmaceuticals and a new company in Asia, the Sawyer and Sons... They will most likely have more information bout this illness."

Ethan suddenly felt chills down his spine. His hand gripped against his mobile as his teeth gritted in anger. He repeated, "The - The Sawyer and Sons."

"Yes, Mr. Wright. They are fairly new as a company, but they managed to rise in Asia," revealed the man on the other line.

Ethan's insides were screaming in anger. It took all of him to find the words to say, "Thank you, doctor. Please connect me to the people with the BNU Pharmaceuticals in the coming days. In the meantime, I will bring my wife to the laboratory for more tests tomorrow."

Inside the CEO's office, the temperature fell to a near ten degrees.

Ethan's insides were enraged. He swiped his desk clean with his hand, throwing away the papers on the desk, screaming while he was at it.

It was never like him to lose his cool, but inflicting pain on his pampered wife was far below the line. He took heavy breaths as he called his father.

"Ethan, what's the news?" He heard Daniel Wright ask.

"Dad, uncle Sawyer, and Steven are behind this," told Ethan. "They just infected my wife with a disease their new company is currently studying!"

"Dad, they will pay for this! They will pay!" Ethan announced while his entire body shuddered in anger.