novelraw Chapter 928 - 927: She Must Have Been So Afraid
Chapter 928 - 927: She Must Have Been So Afraid
Charles Northwood quickly arrived at the foot of the mountain, spotting the abandoned car with its smashed window and open door.He immediately frowned and parked the car, walking over to it.
The inside of the car was in chaos, showing signs of a struggle.
However, there was no sign of blood, indicating that the kidnappers hadn’t harmed Nia Mitchell physically.
Under the car seat, he found Nia Mitchell’s phone discarded during her struggle, and Charles Northwood picked it up.
In his ears, the echoes of Nia Mitchell’s heart-wrenching screams seemed to linger.
She...
Must have been utterly terrified.
At that moment, when she called him, she was placing her last hope in him.
Yet, he could only be frantic with worry.
If he had been with her, she wouldn’t have felt so helpless.
Thinking about how scared she must have been, he was consumed with guilt.
He reached for his phone and called the Northwood family.
"Huh? When did you start disturbing people’s sleep?"
A male voice came through the phone.
"Bro."
Charles Northwood’s voice was calm, yet it carried a lot of emotions.
The man on the other side instantly widened his eyes.
How many years had it been since Charles called him "bro" so seriously?
"What’s up?"
"I need the help of the Northwood family."
The Northwood family’s help?
Henry Northwood suddenly frowned; those words carried many meanings. What could Charles be dealing with?
"You should at least tell me what you want to do."
Charles Northwood was stunned for a moment; he himself wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.
Just intuitively knew that something was off and that it wasn’t simple.
Furthermore, he knew he couldn’t handle this on his own.
He needed the Northwood family’s intervention.
"My friend, Nia Mitchell, has been kidnapped, and I need to know who did it,"
Henry Northwood raised an eyebrow, Nia Mitchell?
He knew about her, quite a sensation recently, with an unusual relationship with Maxwell Peary.
And also a long-time good friend of Charles Northwood.
"Alright, I’ll help you investigate right away."
After hanging up, Charles Northwood sat in the car, staring at that abandoned vehicle.
He took a photo and told himself that this must never happen again.
As he quietly awaited the investigation’s outcome, Nia Mitchell’s phone suddenly rang.
It was Aldy Mitchell.
"Hello? Aldy, this is Charles Northwood."
Aldy Mitchell, unable to believe it, glanced at his phone; he had called his sister, so why was Charles Northwood answering?
Even if someone else answered, at this time, it should be Maxwell Peary.
"Oh, it’s Charles. Where is my sister?"
Aldy Mitchell was an early riser for exercise, explaining why he was calling Nia Mitchell so early.
Charles Northwood paused, unsure how to respond.
"She left her phone with me; she should be home right now."
He didn’t want Aldy Mitchell to worry since he was still a student.
Hearing Charles Northwood’s explanation, Aldy Mitchell nodded; this sort of thing happened quite often.
"I went to bed early last night and only saw the news this morning, so I called my sister."
Aldy Mitchell saw the newspaper report about this incident early that morning.
That’s why he disregarded the time and called Nia Mitchell immediately.
"I’m planning to ask Nia too; it’s likely a misunderstanding. I’ll have her call you later,"
Charles Northwood spoke with gentle warmth as usual.
Aldy Mitchell nodded again, chatted some more with Charles Northwood, and then hung up.