Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 92: Capture the bastard!

A man with a protruding potbelly, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, climbed into his car. His movements were hurried, nervous. The moment he placed his hands on the steering wheel and prepared to drive off, his phone rang. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

An unknown number.

His heart skipped, but he answered anyway.

"And where are you right now?" a calm voice came through the phone the instant the call connected. The man didn’t even have time to speak before the voice continued smoothly. "I believe you value the lives of your pregnant wife and your daughter... am I right?"

The blood drained from the man’s face.

"W–What?" he stammered. "How did you find my wife and daughter?!"

Tears immediately welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as his entire body began to tremble. Sweat soaked into the collar of his shirt.

"Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "Spare them. They know nothing about what’s happening. I’ll do anything—anything at all—just please release them."

"If you want them alive," the voice replied coldly, "then you’ll go to the police station and say exactly what we taught you to say."

The man’s breath hitched.

"You’ll only get a few years of imprisonment," the voice continued calmly. "But if you refuse... then forget about your wife and daughter. I’ll kill them. And after that, I’ll kill you too."

The line went dead before the man could utter another word.

"Oh my God... oh my goodness!" he cried, slamming his palm against the steering wheel. "How the hell did they find them?!"

His hands shook violently.

"I even moved them away from our house—far away from anywhere people know!" he sobbed.

He turned the key and tried to drive, but the car refused to move.

"What now?" he muttered frantically, panic tightening his chest.

He stepped out of the car to check—

And suddenly, a black sack was yanked over his head from behind.

Before he could scream, everything went dark.

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Splash—

A full bucket of water was dumped over a man tied tightly to a chair, forcing him back into consciousness with a sharp gasp.

He coughed violently, water dripping from his hair and clothes as his vision slowly cleared. He found himself seated in the middle of an empty room painted stark white. There was no furniture—only scattered broken bottles, wooden planks, and debris littering the floor.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," a voice drawled casually.

The man lifted his head to see Damien standing a short distance away, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Where am I?" the man cried hoarsely. "Who are you people?! What did I ever do to deserve this?"

He struggled against the ropes binding him, panic surging anew.

"Let me go this instant!" he pleaded desperately. "I have people to save—please!"

"Just calm down, okay?" Damien replied lightly, as though the man weren’t bound to a chair. "Think of us as your saviors. We saved you from making a very terrible mistake. Thank goodness you’re here now."

"What kind of useless saviors are you?!" the man suddenly yelled, rage overtaking fear.

Damien flinched slightly.

"Did I ask you to save me?!" the man continued furiously. "You didn’t save me—you ruined my life even more, you bastard!"

Damien turned his head slightly and sighed.

"Is he okay?" he asked tiredly, glancing toward the far end of the room. "Or is he crazy?"

Alex, who had been seated quietly in the shadows, watched with calm eyes.

"My wife and daughter are in danger because of you, you motherfucker!" the man screamed, veins standing out on his neck. "And you’re telling me to calm down?! Release me right now!"

Finally, Alex stood up.

"Your wife and daughter are safe, Mr. David," Alex said gently, his voice steady and reassuring as he approached.

The man froze.

"My men already rescued them from the people who kidnapped them," Alex continued with a faint, warm smile. "They’re being taken care of as we speak."

The ropes no longer seemed to matter.

"And there’s more good news," Alex added calmly. "Your wife gave birth."

Mr. David’s breath caught.

"She gave birth to a baby boy," Alex said. "A healthy, handsome baby boy."

"A–Are you serious?" Mr. David whispered, his voice breaking as fresh tears streamed down his face—this time from relief and disbelief. "Linda... Linda already gave birth?"

He laughed weakly, shaking his head.

"I finally have a baby of my own?"

He swallowed hard, emotions pouring out uncontrollably.

"Our daughter... she was adopted as a baby," he confessed shakily. "We adopted her hoping that one day, if we took good care of her, God would bless us with a child of our own."

His chest heaved.

"Linda miscarried every pregnancy before this one. Every single one," he said bitterly. "But when this pregnancy survived, we were so happy... so hopeful."

His eyes widened again.

"And then those bastards kidnapped her," he whispered. "And now you’re telling me she actually gave birth? Just like that?"

A bright, genuine smile spread across his face despite the tears.

"Yes," Alex replied warmly. "She gave birth about thirty minutes ago. Both she and your adoptive daughter are safe."

Mr. David sagged back in the chair, sobbing openly—this time from overwhelming relief.

"Then release me," Mr. David pleaded urgently, his voice shaking as he struggled weakly against the ropes binding his wrists. "Please, I need to go to them. I need to see Linda and the baby. I have to see with my own eyes that they’re safe."

He tugged harder, desperation flooding his face, but the ropes didn’t budge.

"You’ll leave here at night, Mr. David," Damien said firmly, his tone stripped of mockery and filled with cold seriousness. "Sabe’s men are searching for you everywhere right now."

Mr. David froze.

"And once they capture you," Damien continued calmly, "the moment you give your statement or take the fall, they’ll kill you. Immediately. By then, no one—not even us—will be able to protect your wife or your children."

He stepped closer, crouching slightly so their eyes were level.

"So for now, you stay here," Damien added. "You’ll be released when it’s dark. That’s the only way you live long enough to see them again."

Mr. David swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After a long moment, he finally nodded his head in silent agreement, tears slipping down his cheeks as he forced himself to sit still.

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Meanwhile, at the police station...

Sabe sat rigidly in his chair across from the inspectors, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His fingers tapped impatiently against the armrest as the minutes dragged on.

"Where is the person you said you were waiting for, Sabe?" the younger inspector demanded, irritation creeping into his voice. "We’ve been sitting here for hours, and you’ve said nothing."

He leaned forward slightly.

"Families of those who died from the fetalyn case are demanding justice. They want you charged. They want you punished," he continued sharply. "We’ve delayed this case long enough, yet here we are—still waiting."

The older inspector nodded in agreement, his expression stern and unforgiving.

"Not only the families," he added gravely, "but citizens across the city are calling for your arrest. To them, you’re still the main culprit. No new evidence has surfaced."

He fixed Sabe with a piercing stare.

"If you have anything—anything at all—that can move this case forward or clear your name, then say it now."

Sabe inhaled slowly, forcing his rage back down.

"Can I step outside for a moment?" he asked tightly, struggling to keep his tone calm.

The two inspectors exchanged puzzled glances before turning back to him. After a brief pause, they nodded in unison.

Sabe stood up immediately and strode out of the interrogation room, barely containing his fury.

The moment he exited the station, his eyes locked onto Josh, who stood beside a car with his phone pressed to his ear.

"Where the fuck is that bastard?!" Sabe shouted, storming toward him. His voice echoed through the parking lot. "I’ve been stuck in this damn station since morning, and that useless piece of shit is nowhere to be found!"

Josh quickly ended the call and bowed his head.

"I’m sorry, boss," he said hurriedly. "I just found out that his wife and daughter were captured—but I don’t know where the man himself is yet. He might have already gone into hiding."

"And you’re still standing here?!" Sabe roared, rage exploding. "You should’ve gone after that motherfucker immediately!"

He yanked open the car door and climbed in, slamming it shut. Josh followed quickly, taking the driver’s seat.

"I don’t give a damn about the wife or the daughter," Sabe continued coldly, his eyes burning. "When you find them, kill them both."

Josh stiffened but nodded.

"Then capture that bastard," Sabe added viciously. "If he can’t help me with the police, then he’s useless."

His lips curled into a cruel sneer.

"And useless people don’t live. He dies too. That’s final."

"Yes, boss," Josh replied quietly, gripping the steering wheel as he sped away from the station at full throttle.