Sabrina recalled the police mentioning the child's name.

But there was still no response from the men in the van.

“How is the boy now? Is he okay? Where are we going, the hospital?"

Sabrina's questions echoed without a response.

The van continued its journey until it reached a hospital, where it parked in front of a hospital wing.

The burly men quickly disembarked the vehicle, and the Leader instructed Sabrina with a stony face, “Get out and follow me."

Sabrina hopped out and helped Jennie climb out of the van. They followed the leader as they made their way to the fourth floor of the inpatient building and stopped in front of a ward.

The leader gestured for Sabrina to wait outside. He then entered the room and reported, "They're here."

“Let them in," a woman's voice from within the room ordered, sounding similar to the voice on the phone.

Sabrina gave Jennie a reassuring smile and held her hand as_ they entered the room.

In the ward, a pale-faced little boy lay on the bed, his vulnerable condition evident.

By the bedside was a woman with impeccable makeup. She wore a white suit paired with high-heeled shoes. Her hair was neatly fastened at the nape of her neck. She exuded an air of noble elegance and appeared to be in her forties.

The extravagance of her clothes, shoes, bag, and jewelry indicated a penchant for luxury and meticulous self-care, which suggested she might be older and was of a higher social status.

The significant age gap between the woman and the young boy meant she had given birth to him later in life, which perhaps explained her doting and protective demeanor toward him.

As Sabrina scrutinized the woman, she returned the gaze, sizing her up coldly.

"Are you Sabrina?" she inquired with a hint of condescension.

“Why ask when you already know?"

The woman's lips curled into a sneer.

“You're quite headstrong.

You'll soon learn the cost of your stubbornness."