His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 667

Eliza stepped out of her office, completely oblivious to the chaos that awaited her at home. She was on her way to the suburbs to deliver a sample to a client when she felt that all-too-familiar cramp in her stomach, a sure sign that her period was about to start. Spotting a small convenience store, she decided to make a quick stop to pick up some sanitary pads and use the restroom.

She had just parked and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt when she noticed a familiar face through the window—it was Fiona. What on earth was she doing in this rundown part of town, and with a crying baby in her arms, no less?

Eliza's instincts kicked in—something wasn’t right. The baby Fiona was holding was wriggling and crying, and as the blanket slipped off, Eliza’s heart skipped a beat. That wasn’t just any baby. It was Brett, her Brett.

Panic surged through her. How did Fiona have Brett? He was supposed to be safe at the family estate, which was as secure as Fort Knox. Could Fiona have taken him from there?

As Brett’s cries tugged at Eliza’s heart, she took a deep breath to steady herself, then quietly stepped out of her car. She approached Fiona cautiously, maintaining a safe distance.

The moment Brett spotted Eliza, his cries ceased, and he reached out, mumbling “mommy” in his baby babble.

“What are you crying for, you little troublemaker, just like your mother,” Fiona scolded, clearly at her wit's end.

The store owner, noticing Fiona’s struggle, offered some advice, “He’s probably hungry or needs a change. Why not make him some formula? That should calm him down.”

“Do you have any small boxes of formula?” Fiona asked.

“Sure, hang on, I’ll get one for you,” the owner replied, heading inside.

As Fiona turned to wait, Eliza quickly hid behind a nearby tree. Brett, losing sight of Eliza, resumed his cries.

Irritated, Fiona patted his back harshly, “Stop crying, will you? I’m getting your formula. Can’t you wait a bit, you little crybaby?”

Eliza’s expression hardened. There was no way she was backing down. Normally calm and composed, Eliza wouldn’t let anyone take her child without a fight.

“You think you can just steal my son and get away with it? Try me, Fiona, and see what happens,” Eliza declared, her protective instincts kicking in full force.

By now, a crowd had gathered, murmuring among themselves.

“Is that woman some kind of criminal? Snatching a child from his mother, has the world gone mad?”

“What? She’s a kidnapper? Someone grab her, teach her a lesson…”