Husband plans to kill me Chapter 339

As I was lost in thought, I realized Brett had fallen asleep in my arms without me noticing.

Even in his sleep, he looked uneasy, his brows furrowed tightly, and he was mumbling something softly.

Seeing this, I quickly reached out to smooth his brow, only to hear him whisper in his dream, "Mom... Mom! Don't get hurt! Mom..."

Hearing this, my eyes widened in shock.

I looked at Brett in my arms, my own brows furrowing.

Brett, still unaware, continued, "Mom, I can protect you. Step aside... Let me fight him. I'm really good at fighting. I can definitely protect you."

At that moment, I blinked and realized that Brett must be having a nightmare about the day we were cornered in the alley by Lowell!

My heart ached instantly, and I hugged Brett tightly, soothing him by his ear. "Don't be afraid, it's all over now..."

But Brett seemed not to hear me outside his dream, still softly telling me not to be afraid.

My heart nearly shattered.

I kissed Brett's forehead, tears falling as I did. Worried that my state might wake Brett from his dream, I quickly wiped my tears and got up to calm my breathing nearby.

Brett slept on the bed, and after a while, it seemed he finally left the nightmare, sleeping soundly again.

I never had the courage to wake him up.

I was afraid he was still immersed in the dream and would bring up the kidnapping incident the moment he saw me.

And right now, I didn't have the strength to explain and comfort him again.

Because I was also very fragile at the moment.

Thinking about the day Lowell cornered us in the alley, I was still terrified.

As an adult and a mother, my first thought when it happened was how to protect my child, but was I not scared?

Of course, I was scared.

Especially since Lowell had bullied me back in high school.

That deep-seated fear was like a shadow, always lingering in my heart.

But when I realized this, I always thought of how brave Brett was, standing in front of me with his small body, trying to protect me.

Thinking of this brought tears to my eyes.

When I finally left the children's room, I calmed my breathing at the door.

Kelly came over at some point, handing me a glass of milk, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

I took the milk and drank a couple of sips, then smiled at Kelly, "Mom, I'm fine... I just told Brett a touching story, and he fell asleep listening to it, but now I feel a bit emotional."

Kelly looked at me and sighed, "You've always been sensitive and overthink things, but you don't like to talk about it. If you ever need to talk, just come to me."

The presence of family always healed me. Just hearing Kelly's words made me feel much more at ease.

I hugged Kelly and acted a bit spoiled before saying it was late and I needed to sleep.

Kelly always pushed me away with a look of disdain, but I knew she enjoyed my affection.

Back in my room, I organized my stuff for work the next day before getting ready for bed.

But I couldn't shake the memory of the day Lowell cornered us in the alley.

Especially Brett, with tears in his eyes, telling me he wanted to protect me...

I woke up in the middle of the night and made a sudden decision.

In the next few days, I had to find time to take the kids out to play, to offset the recent unpleasant experiences.

But before that, I had something else to consider.

So the next morning, I called Simon.

Simon sounded surprised when he heard my reason for calling, "Caroline, didn't we just meet? We've already gone over everything. It's only been a day, I don't have anything new for you."

I shook my head and said, "It's not about new info. When we talked the other day, I mentioned Alfonso... Do you know if Alfonso and Brandon have any connection?"

Simon paused, thinking it over.

After a while, he said, "No, I think the chances of them being connected are pretty slim."

"First off, if they were really connected, it would be obvious, and I would've found out. Second, as you said, the person behind Alfonso must be pretty capable. Brandon's been acting all arrogant lately, which means he's probably got a powerful backer too. If this person is who we think it is, they wouldn't let their two top pawns openly collude."

Simon made sense.

He continued, "Look, Brandon and Lowell hanging out and not caring about being seen together is because they're both small-time. Brandon hasn't had a job since your divorce, and he was sent to the police station last time. His backer is probably disappointed in him, so they only give him trivial tasks, like bothering you."

"But Lowell's the same. He's almost a small-time thug now, and with his physique, it's hard for him to live normally. So, if that person is really who we think it is, they wouldn't have high hopes for them. But Alfonso is different..."

Simon methodically analyzed a lot for me.

I got what he was saying.

Alfonso was indeed quite formidable among the small fry, as evidenced by his actions.

For example, he killed Celestia and had no qualms about being with another woman right after.

Or how he could kidnap my child and use it to threaten me for a project.

Such psychological resilience and capability were not something an ordinary person could possess.

And if such a person were in a criminal organization, they would definitely be a leader or at the top.

Thinking of this sent chills down my spine.

I never imagined that one day I would be analyzing someone's criminal psychology and even categorizing them.