Freya put down the information and said, "At this time, the child should be at home. Let's go to her residence and take a look first."

Now that they had a general clue, Freya just wanted to verify whether Wei Jiajia was the Lady's daughter.

Bradley lowered his eyes and looked at his watch. It was already past six o'clock in the evening. He frowned slightly and said, "It's getting late. Let's have dinner first."

After that, he gave an order to Gabriel, "Ask someone to prepare dinner."

Gabriel said indifferently, "Don't worry. It's already ready."

He clapped his hands, and soon servants came one after another to serve the dishes on the table.

Freya wasn't actually hungry. Her mind was completely focused on pursuing the truth. But since Bradley insisted that she have dinner before taking her to find Wei Jiajia, she had no choice but to obediently eat.

She didn't concentrate on her meal. She took a few bites casually and then put down her chopsticks. "I'm full."

The man was full of helplessness, but he also knew her temper. If they didn't go to find the truth tonight, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.

So, Bradley asked Gabriel to arrange a car again and took Freya to Wei Jiajia's residence overnight.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Bradley parked the car by the roadside, and the two of them carefully groped their way closer.

It was a small European-style building. It didn't cover a large area, but it looked very exquisite from the outside.

The two of them came to the gate and climbed over the wall directly.

From a distance, they heard a voice coming from the hall, "Jiajia, it's time to wash your hands and have dinner."

It should be the voice of the nanny, very gentle and patient.

Then they heard a soft and cute childish voice, "I don't want to eat. I don't want to eat. I want to find my mom."

"Jiajia, the lady is busy with work. She said she won't be back recently when she left. If you don't eat and get skinny from hunger, the lady will definitely blame me."

Hearing this, Freya and Bradley looked at each other.

So, was this little girl Wei Jiajia?

Bradley gently pushed open the window, held Freya's hip with his hand, and made Freya straighten her back a little so that she could see inside.

In the living room, a woman wearing an apron stood beside a little girl. The girl was holding a doll in her arms and was obviously unhappy, with her mouth pouting high.

The girl was wearing a pink princess dress. Because she was blocked by the woman, Freya didn't see her face.

"You call my mom. I want my mom. Otherwise... otherwise... I won't eat," the girl whined.

The nanny obviously had no way to deal with her and coaxed patiently, "Jiajia, go and have dinner, and I'll call the lady right away."

The girl blinked and immediately put down the doll in her arms and obediently ran to the dining room and sat down.

Seeing this, the nanny took her phone and went to the balcony.

Freya gave Bradley a look, and the two of them slipped into the villa.

...

At the same time.

In an ancient town full of stories.

Gabriel didn't leave with Bradley and Freya but drove here alone.

In the silent night, there was a light drizzle.

Gabriel held a black umbrella and walked on the empty and deserted street.

There were big red oil-paper lanterns hanging on both sides of the street. Bathed in the misty rain, the lights were hazy, and it was basically impossible to see the road underfoot clearly.

This was the most characteristic town in Central Africa and also the place where Gabriel had taken refuge when he was seriously injured.

In the past few days since he came to Central Africa, Gabriel had come here for a walk almost every night.

He recalled every bit that had happened here in his mind, but they were all fragmented images that he couldn't piece together.

The woman who appeared in his dreams day and night also gradually took on a clear outline with his arrival.

Gabriel firmly believed that he must have experienced something in this town, and that woman was very likely to live here.

But with his incomplete memories, trying to find a strange woman was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, there were messy footsteps coming from behind, breaking the silence of the night.

Gabriel slowly turned his head. In his field of vision, a woman ran towards him in a panic, shouting for help continuously.

Through the hazy rain curtain, Gabriel clearly saw that behind the woman, a man was staggering after her.

Even from a considerable distance, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol.

"Pretty girl, don't run. Your big brother will love you well!" The drunkard said lewd words. Soon, he caught up with the woman and forcefully dragged her towards the nearby alley.

The woman struggled desperately, but the strength gap between men and women was huge, and she was no match for the man at all.

Soon, the woman was pushed to the ground.

"Please don't hurt me. I... I'm pregnant!" The woman pleaded with tears in her eyes.

The drunkard didn't care at all. He roughly tore at the woman's clothes.

In the silent environment where a needle drop could be heard, the sound of the clothes being torn was very obvious.

Gabriel heard it clearly. He wasn't the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's business. But when he heard the woman say she was pregnant, he finally put away the black umbrella, walked closer, picked up the drunkard, and threw him out heavily.

A miserable scream sounded.

The drunkard looked at Gabriel fiercely and threatened, "You brat, how dare you ruin my good deed? I'll kill you."

As soon as the words fell, the drunkard took out a dagger from his body and rushed over menacingly.

When the woman saw the shining dagger light, she shouted urgently, "Sir, be careful."

Gabriel looked at the drunkard expressionlessly and didn't dodge. Instead, when the other person came close, he directly kicked him flying.

This kick almost used all his strength. Several "crackling" sounds came from the air. It was obvious that the drunkard's ribs were broken.

The drunkard let out a painful scream but soon fainted.

Gabriel took out a wet wipe from his body, wiped his hands clean, and threw the dirty wet wipe on the drunkard before approaching the woman.

After the previous resistance, the woman's clothes were in a mess, and a large area of her porcelain-white skin was exposed to the air.

Gabriel frowned slightly, then took off his suit jacket and draped it directly over the woman.

"Where do you live?" His voice had no warmth at all. His handsome face was covered with raindrops, and even his neatly combed hair fell down in front of his forehead, covering half of his eyes, making it impossible to see any expression on his face.

The woman pulled the suit tightly around her. She was shivering from the shock, and even her voice was trembling slightly. "Go straight out of this street to the end. There's a village there. Turn left at the entrance of the village, and the second small bungalow is my home."

Gabriel didn't say anything. He bent down and picked up the woman, then walked towards the direction she had mentioned.

After a while, Gabriel appeared at the door of the small bungalow holding the woman. Then he put her down, still in an emotionless tone, "You're safe now."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

The woman quickly called out to him, "Sir, come in and have a cup of tea."

Upon hearing this, Gabriel frowned deeply. This woman could speak Chinese. She wasn't from Central Africa.