The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 144

"Are they still alive?" Kayla looked around helplessly, hoping for an answer. But the only reply was endless silence and sobbing.

"They must still be alive! They have to be, they're definitely alive!" Kayla breathed heavily, tears streaming down her face without her realizing it.

"Ah! Mom! I want Mom! Mom!" Grayson's heartbreaking cries filled the living room. "I don't want Mom to die! Dad, I don't want Mom to die! Go save her, go save her! Mom, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Grayson stood up, crying, and tried to run out.

"Mr. Vanderbilt!" The butler quickly stops him.

Grayson struggled, crying out, hitting. "I need to find Mom! I don't want her to die! Let go of me!"

The butler was also distressed but still did his job, bringing Grayson back and comforting him. "Mr. Vanderbilt, don't worry. Your mom won't die. We'll find her."

Everyone looked at Dominick, who was clearly the most devastated at this moment. Dominick stumbled and almost fell.

Fortunately, Julian was right beside him and caught him just in time, "Dom!"

Julian was also deeply shaken by this. If he hadn’t been there, if he hadn’t heard it himself, he would never have believed that Marissa would be like this.

Dominick’s eyes were vacant, and he looked around as if searching for something, but his eyes wouldn’t focus. Tears fell from his unfocused eyes, dripping onto the carpet beneath him.

"Dom, you need to pull yourself together." Julian’s voice was full of sadness.

Dominick waved his hand and shut his eyes. Two more tears fell.

"Julian, find this place from the video. I need to go find her," Dominick said softly, as if those few words had taken all his strength.

"Yes, go find her! Use all resources and power, we must find Paisley!" Paul was already crying. He still owed her his life.

"Okay, I’ll arrange it right away." Reginald didn’t waste time and immediately started making arrangements.

The Vanderbilt family had a strong influence in Harrowfell, so finding someone wasn’t difficult. They just hadn’t had a clear target before, but now with the video, they had a rough location, making the search much easier.

"Yes, find her! Dad, Dom, we have to find her!" Kayla was frantic, feeling useless, wishing she could help but unable to.

Marissa burst out laughing and it sounded strangely out of place right then.

"What are you laughing at? How dare you laugh?" Lauren yelled at Marissa. She couldn’t curse, but right then, she was filled with so much hate.

"Why shouldn’t I laugh? You people in the Vanderbilt family are all pathetic, why shouldn’t I laugh?"

"What did you say? You bastard!" Kayla couldn’t control her rage and slapped Marissa across the face.

"How dare you hit me!" Marissa snapped back, only to be restrained by a servant from the Vanderbilt family. "Let go of me! You worthless scum, how dare you touch me, who do you think you are!"

"Why aren't you talking? Did I hit a nerve?" Marissa looked at them all mockingly.

She added, "That's why I say you people from the Vanderbilt family are stupid. You abandon the ones who truly care for you and trust the fake ones, like me, wholeheartedly. You trust me as if I were your closest ally."

Lauren and Reginald's faces turned red with anger as they glared at Marissa, but they couldn't find a word to say in rebuttal. What Marissa said was the truth—they had indeed trusted her unconditionally.

Kayla felt her face burning, as if the slap from earlier had been slapped directly onto her cheek.

"And you, Dominick!" Marissa turned to look at Dominick, her eyes filled with hatred. "I hate you the most. I think Paisley hated you the most, too!"

"What does my brother have to do with this? It was us targeting Paisley, my brother loves her!" Kayla retorted.

If he didn't love her, then why did he go against everyone's objections to marry her? If he didn't love her, why couldn't he get over it even after their divorce?

She still remembered how, right after the divorce, her older brother had fallen into despair when he found out Paisley had completely left. He nearly broke down. So, how could he not love her? He loved her so much, it hurt.

Marissa sneered, "You call that love? He's nice to everyone—nice to you, me, my mom, even Julian, nice to everyone. I can ask him out with a single phone call.

"But to Paisley? He doesn't seem to have the patience, does he? It's as if Paisley was supposed to unconditionally trust him and wait for him. Any dissatisfaction or complaints from Paisley, in his eyes, is just her throwing a tantrum.

"Why? Because he knows Paisley loves him. He knows Paisley is his wife. He thinks Paisley will never leave him! What kind of love is that? Do you want it?"