Chapter 367: The Strange Woman Who Took Away Your Sister

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: The Strange Woman Who Took Away Your Sister

As they entered the Kindred Care Center, people occasionally greeted Lana Yardley.

"President Langley."

"President Langley."

"..."

Seeing this, Kyle Morgan asked curiously, "Miss Yardley, are you the owner of this care center?"

"No," Lana Yardley replied coldly.

She led Kyle Morgan to the second floor and into a quiet room filled with many cribs.

There was a small baby in almost every crib.

Lana Yardley crossed her arms and said nonchalantly, "They’re all high-quality goods. See if any of them catch your eye."

"Why are they all so quiet?" Kyle Morgan frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. "This is a little strange."

So many babies, yet all of them were silent. Not a single one was crying.

’Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong.’

Lana Yardley sneered, as if mocking his ignorance. "What’s so strange about it? You just have to feed them some sleeping pills."

Kyle Morgan was speechless.

He suddenly clenched his fists, unable to stop himself from cursing inwardly: ’These monsters!’

"Do the parents know about this?" Kyle Morgan asked.

Lana Yardley instantly looked exasperated. "And let the parents find out? Of course not. It’s obviously done in secret."

Kyle Morgan feigned indifference with an "Oh."

He moved through the room, occasionally glancing at the small, sleeping infants who had been forced into slumber.

"Miss Yardley, if I pick one, can I just take it with me?" Kyle Morgan asked, looking up at her.

Lana Yardley replied, "That’s not how it works. The child can’t go missing from the care center."

Kyle Morgan asked, "Then how do we do it?"

"Just tell me which one you want," Lana Yardley said, growing impatient. "We’ll handle the rest."

"Miss Yardley, you’re so beautiful, but your temper isn’t nearly as lovely," Kyle Morgan joked.

Lana Yardley scoffed. "What’s it to you? Hurry up and pick. I’m busy."

"Hey, I’m busy too, you know," Kyle Morgan said, feigning annoyance. "You give me a bunch of sleeping babies to choose from. I don’t even know what they look like with their eyes open. I at least have to pick one that looks like me, right? To avoid making the old man suspicious."

Lana Yardley was speechless.

Kyle Morgan raised a hand to rub his chin. "How about this? I’ll close my eyes, and you, Miss Yardley, can help me pick one that looks like me."

"Fine," Lana Yardley agreed with a nod.

She pointed randomly at one. "That one. Looks just like you."

"Alright then." Kyle Morgan glanced in the direction she was pointing. "This one it is. When can I have it?"

Lana Yardley said coolly, "We’ll talk about it outside."

The two left the Kindred Care Center and returned to the coffee shop across the street.

Lana Yardley asked him, "When do you want it?"

Kyle Morgan smiled. "The sooner, the better, of course."

Lana Yardley tapped on her phone a few times. "Next Friday. You pay first, then we deliver."

"Sounds good," Kyle Morgan nodded.

Just before leaving, he exclaimed, "Ah! My phone’s dead!"

Lana Yardley ignored him and walked toward the exit on her own.

"Miss Yardley, could I borrow your phone to make a call?" Kyle Morgan stepped forward to block her path. "I need to call my driver to come pick me up."

"That’s not convenient," Lana Yardley refused.

"How about this? I’ll recite the number, and you dial it for me?"

Lana Yardley hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. "Fine. You’re such a pain. What’s the number?"

"185..."

As Lana Yardley finished typing the number and made the call, Kyle Morgan, seeing she was distracted, snatched her phone and ran out of the coffee shop.

Lana Yardley’s expression changed, her eyes instantly turning sharp. She sprinted after him. "Stop! Give me back my phone!"

Kyle Morgan slowed his pace, feeling a hand grab his shoulder from behind.

"Give me the phone," Lana Yardley said in a low voice.

Kyle Morgan turned around with a playful grin. "Miss Yardley, don’t be so serious. I was just messing with you."

With that, he held the phone out to her.

"Was that fun?" Lana Yardley’s face was ashen as she reached for the phone.

The moment her fingers touched the phone, a sudden cold clamped around her wrist. A silver handcuff was now locked onto her arm.

Her pupils contracted as she jerked her head up.

Sawyer’s expression was cold and severe as she said, enunciating every word, "Lana Yardley, you’re under arrest."

"You..." Lana Yardley stared at Kyle Morgan in disbelief. "You’re a cop?"

"And you’re a monster," Kyle Morgan replied, his face devoid of emotion.

Lana Yardley tried to snatch the phone back from him, but Kyle Morgan placed it directly into an evidence bag.

As she was pushed into the police car, Lana Yardley had a bad feeling. With her phone confiscated, she had no way of warning anyone else.

Sitting in the interrogation room at the police station, Lana Yardley deeply regretted not refusing Lydia Lawson back then.

"Sawyer." Renee Jennings came over to Sawyer’s cubicle and rested a hand on her shoulder, asking with a smile, "Want to get some bubble tea?"

Sawyer snapped out of her daze and looked up at the warm, smiling face, then smiled herself. "Yeah, my treat."

"Okay." Renee Jennings nodded, and the two left side by side.

Kyle Morgan watched them go, rubbing his chin. "Looks like Sawyer and Renee Jennings are keeping a secret from us."

Zachary Conway copied him, rubbing his chin as well. "I wonder if they’ll bring me back a taro pearl milk tea with less ice and 30% sugar."

Levi Hollis asked, "What kind of grown man orders less ice?"

Zachary Conway replied, "I don’t like it too cold."

Kyle Morgan said, "...I give up. Is that really the point?"

Renee Jennings and Sawyer were waiting at a crosswalk for the light to change. Thirty-four seconds left.

"Sawyer, what’s wrong?" Renee Jennings asked, tilting her head.

Ever since Lana Yardley’s arrest, Sawyer had seemed troubled. She had just been sitting at her desk, staring into space.

"Renee." Sawyer met her concerned gaze, a warmth spreading in her chest. She said softly, "I feel like Lana Yardley looks really familiar."

"Familiar..." Renee Jennings blinked, then quickly realized. "Does she look like the strange woman who took your sister?"

Sawyer nodded slowly.

The light had already turned green, but neither of them moved.

Sawyer frowned, lost in thought. "I was eight years old then, and my sister was three. Sixteen years have passed, but I’ll never forget that face."

"But she looks too young. Back then, that woman was at least in her twenties. This Lana Yardley only looks like she’s in her thirties."

"Let’s go back and pull up her file," Renee Jennings said, leading her back the way they came. "Even though it’s been sixteen years, Lana Yardley has had a lot of cosmetic work done. Her actual age is probably much older."

Kyle Morgan saw them return and asked curiously, "Weren’t you guys going to get bubble tea? Why are you back so soon?"

"We’ll get it later," Renee Jennings said. "Pull up Lana Yardley’s identification information."

"Okay." Kyle Morgan nodded while working on the computer.

Lana Yardley’s information quickly appeared on the screen. The age field read: 45 years old.

Renee Jennings’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Sixteen years ago, Lana Yardley was twenty-nine."

"Twenty-nine..." Sawyer murmured. "Then it’s very likely it was her!"

Renee Jennings said, "Kai, pull up Lana Yardley’s old ID photos."

"On it," Kyle Morgan replied, immediately getting to work.