When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel Chapter 1227

I pursed my lips and swallowed. “Is Baby alright?”

“They outnumbered me, so I dared not get close to them. I don’t think they will harm your baby, so don’t worry—”

I cut in. “Why wouldn’t I be worried? Marcus, Baby was born prematurely. If he didn’t get proper care and nutrients, he might suffer later. Tell me where you are,” I urged. “I’ll go to your now.”

“You can’t come. It’s too dangerous for you. I’m going to find Camelia and the others, so just leave it to me. I will…”

The line was cut all of a sudden.

It took me a while to realize what was going on. “Marcus?” I called. “Marcus, are you still there?”

I could only hear static.

Glancing at my phone’s screen, I noticed the line was disconnected. It was already 4 p.m. by now.

That means it was still dawn in M Country. Marcus called me at this hour and the line suddenly got disconnected, so I couldn’t help but worry about his safety.

Now, I had to leave the country.

“What’s wrong? Did Marcus find your son?” asked John.

Instead of replying to him, I dialed the number again indifferently.

“Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is not available. Please call again later.”

I canceled and retried several times to the same effect.

Flinging the phone aside, I slumped onto the sofa dejectedly. Staring at the ceiling, I fell into deep thought.

Perhaps Marcus called me at this hour because this was the only time he had access to his phone. We only spoke for a while before the line got cut abruptly, probably because someone barged in and cut the line.

However, one thing was for sure. Marcus was still alive.

I didn’t know why those people led Marcus to M Country, but at least they didn’t harm him until now.

The man gazed at John and gained his employer’s approval before he walked out.

“John, I want to talk to him alone,” I added.

He said nothing, so I assured him, “He’s almost dead. There’s nothing he can do to me.”

After a brief pause, John caved in and walked out. He closed the door behind him.

Only the both of us were left in the room by now. I stalked to the man and towered above him. “Do you want to leave?” I inquired coolly.

The man’s eyes fluttered open as he struggled to sit up.

As I expected, he was merely pretending to be weak. All the torture he had been through was nothing to him.

“Let’s make a deal,” I offered calmly. “I have one condition, though. How is my child doing?”