“Damn it, the lock’s actually malfunctioning! Patricia, don’t be scared. I will call someone to fix it.”
The moment she closed her bedroom door, I activated the program again, locking her inside.
“Oh my God, this door is broken too?”
Listening to her pounding on the door, I offered a few casual reassurances. I uploaded the prepared video footage to the cloud database linked to the home security cameras.
When the four words “Transfer Complete” appeared on the large screen, I deactivated the automatic lock on my bedroom door.
I tiptoed toward Lorenzo’s study. Sure enough, my hunch was correct.
Sensing something was amiss, Natalie hurriedly sought Lorenzo’s help. Perhaps even the heavens were aiding me, she made numerous calls, but no one answered.
Upon entering Lorenzo’s study, I headed straight for the safe concealed behind the mural. Earlier, when I brought him coffee in the study, I’d caught him opening the safe to put something away.
At the time, he’d flown into a rage at me, as if his secret had been exposed. I’d naively assumed he was upset because I hadn’t knocked and had disrupted his work.
I never suspected the safe contained anything shameful. Staring at the intricate code prompts, I fell deep in thought.
Several combinations flashed through my mind, but I dared not attempt them lightly. Such a sophisticated safe would trigger an alarm at the slightest incorrect entry.
If Lorenzo sensed something amiss, not only would all my prior efforts be wasted, but I might also panic and perform an early cesarean. Both my life and the baby’s would be ruined.
Thinking of this outcome, I forced myself to stay calm and took a deep breath. Watching Natalie dial the phone repeatedly, I knew time was running out.
My hands trembling, I entered the most likely combination. When the indicator light turned green, I exhaled a long breath.
It seemed Lorenzo, like Rachel, desperately wanted the child’s heart growing inside me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have set the safe password to 2025.02.14.
After failing to reach Lorenzo, Natalie turned to call the locksmith company. Anticipating this move, I had preemptively installed a call-blocking program on her phone.
She couldn’t make any other calls except for Lorenzo’s number. To avoid arousing suspicion, I set the block to last only 15 minutes.