The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

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! | want Mom! Mom!" Grayson's heartbreaking cries filled the living room. "I don't want Mom to die!

Dad, | 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. | 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 tand 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 | laugh? You people in the Vanderbilt family are all pathetic, why shouldn't | 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!"

The servants were shocked beyond belief. The usually gentle and calm Ms. Prescott, who was always polite and

often helped them, could now utter such rude remarks.

Marissa couldn't break free, so she gave up struggling and laughed at everyone present.

"You're all so stupid, there's no doubt about it! The child is dead, and now you care about her!" she laughed

loudly.

"Paisley is dead! Now you're all regretting it, are you showingyour regrets? Are you doing it for me? Well, I'm

quite pleased to see it!"

"You-" Lauren was filled with hatred. She hated herself for being in this situation, where she couldn't even find a

single word of rebuttal.

"What?" Marissa raised an eyebrow, her attitude arrogant. Since it had cto this, she might as well go all out.

"Jeremy is an idiot. | told him to find someone reliable to do the job and even gave him quite a bit of money. He

probably gambled away the money, couldn't afford a hitman, so he did it himself. Useless!" "If | had known, |

would've gone to find the hitman myself!" She raised her head proudly. "Although | don't know how this video

got out, it doesn't matter. My ultimate goal has been achieved. Paisley is dead!" "Do you know murder is illegal?

Inciting murder is also illegal!" Kayla yelled, her eyes full of disappointment in Marissa.

"So what? | just wanted to achieve my goal. What's wrong with that?"

"My brother doesn't love you! All this is useless!"

Marissa sneered, "Does it really matter whether he lovesor not? Do you think I'm as foolish as Paisley?

Cooking meals and trying to please you, a bunch of ingrates? What I've always wanted isn't love but money and

power!"

The Vanderbilt family members were silent. Marissa's words were like knives, deeply cutting into each of their

hearts.

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

She added, "That's why | 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 trustas if | 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.

| 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. | 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?"