Chapter 291 Timothy Gets Caught
After Elizabeth fell asleep, Timothy quietly left the hospital room.
The soft sound of the door opening seemed especially loud in the silent room.
Elizabeth wasn't really asleep. Hearing the noise, she slowly opened her eyes.
Timothy left the hospital, got into his car, and the vehicle quickly drove away from the hospital, heading toward the castle.
Though bright sunshine was streaming through the car windows outside, the atmosphere inside the car was cold as winter.
The car pulled into the castle. Joe got out to open the door, and Timothy stepped out of the vehicle.
Joe said respectfully, "We've caught him, but the police will be here soon to take him."
Timothy's face was cold as he strode into the castle, heading straight for the elevator.
Joe pressed the button for the third basement level. The elevator slowly descended, going all the way down to the third underground floor.
The third basement level was very spacious.
Only their footsteps echoed.
On an operating table, Alvin was tightly bound, with various advanced medical equipment placed beside the table.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head in terror and saw Timothy emerging from the darkness, gradually coming into view.
"Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me? If you want money, I can give it to you!" Alvin's voice trembled, filled with fear.
Timothy looked down at him from above, his eyes cold.
Joe said in a low voice, "Alvin Jordan, 40 years old, licensed in cosmetic medicine."
The road in the Silverlight City suburbs had no surveillance cameras, with vehicles coming and going constantly, making the investigation extremely difficult.
Timothy had people expand the search area, covering all surveillance camera intersections leading to the suburbs.
In this bustling city, vehicles were carefully screened one by one, consuming massive human resources.
Finally, they tracked down Alvin.
Timothy took out his phone, pulled up a photo of Seraphina, held it in front of Alvin, and asked coldly, "Do you know her?"
In the photo, Seraphina was smiling with her eyes crinkled adorably, looking extremely pretty.
She would definitely grow up to be a beautiful woman.
Alvin looked at the photo, his heart jolting. Though his emotions were churning inside, he tried hard to stay calm on the surface, firmly shaking his head, "I don't know her."
Timothy's eyes grew even colder. He bent down, leaning close to Alvin, his voice low and dangerous, "I suggest you think carefully before answering. My patience is limited."
The fear on Alvin's face became more obvious, but he still clenched his teeth, "I really don't know her. You must have the wrong person!"
Timothy put on gloves, turned his head to look at Alvin, and his lips slowly curved up in an icy smile, "She's my precious daughter. Let me tell you something—you're a cosmetic surgeon, and I'm a surgical doctor."
Timothy took out a sharp scalpel from the tool box. The blade glinted coldly under the lights. "I'm good at surgical procedures, like removing rotten organs."
Alvin struggled violently, his eyes filled with fear and despair, but he was tied too tightly to escape. "Don't do anything crazy! I really don't know her! If you do something to me, my family will report it to the police when they can't find me, and you'll go to jail. Sir, please calm down!"
Timothy smiled, his tone gentle yet chilling, "Fuck you! I'm very calm. If you tell the truth, I can spare your miserable life."
Timothy quickly and precisely cut Alvin's hand tendons with the scalpel, the entire process cold and ruthless.
Alvin let out a piercing scream, drenched in sweat from the pain.
"Your hand is ruined," Timothy said coldly. "You won't be able to do cosmetic surgery anymore."
Alvin's face turned ugly from the pain. He was scared now. Timothy meant what he said. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his body trembling with fear.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" He finally broke down, his voice shaking. "That little girl, I've seen her. She was taken away by a man. I don't know who that man was. I was just responsible for doing the cosmetic surgery for them."
Timothy used great self-control to keep from finishing off Alvin right then and there.
Timothy stared coldly at Alvin, "Do you have photos of what they looked like after the surgery?"
Alvin shook his head, speaking incoherently, "No."
Joe handed a tablet to Timothy. Timothy quickly opened Seraphina's photo, his eyes full of anxiety and anger.
He held the tablet in front of Alvin and asked coldly, "Tell me, what changes were made to her appearance?"
Joe first stepped forward to stop the bleeding and bandage Alvin's ruined hand.
Being stared at by Timothy made Alvin's whole body go cold. His voice unsteady, he said, "Her chin was made slightly more pointed, her nose was raised a bit, and her lips were filled slightly."
As he spoke, Timothy adjusted Seraphina's photo on the tablet with his fingers.
Looking at the completely changed Seraphina, his heart ached so much he could barely breathe, his eyes reddening.
His Seraphina wasn't even grown up yet. If she were older, he couldn't imagine what her face would become.
"Is this it?" Timothy showed Alvin the adjusted photo with a cold gaze.
Alvin nodded, his voice trembling, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it."
Timothy then pulled up a photo of the man, his eyes even more severe, "The other man also had plastic surgery, didn't he?"
Alvin nodded again, fear in his tone, "He did too."
Timothy narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold feeling rising in his heart, "Explain clearly. What did he look like after the surgery?"
Alvin swallowed hard with difficulty, trying to recall, "He raised his nose a bit, had his forehead filled, adjusted his facial contours slightly, making him look younger."
This time, after multiple photo adjustments.
Alvin nodded, "Yes, that's it."
Timothy handed the tablet to Joe and picked up the scalpel again.
Seeing Timothy pick up the scalpel, Alvin's words were filled with fear, "I already told you everything. You can't, you can't do this!"
Timothy narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, "How do I know you're not lying to me? Did they really end up looking like that?"
Alvin's left hand was ruined, and next came his left foot.
"Ah!" Alvin's agonizing scream rang out, his voice echoing through the spacious basement level. "It's true, it's true, that's what they look like."
Just then, Joe received a phone call. After listening to the content, he glanced at Alvin on the operating table and walked to Timothy's side, "Boss, Mr. Mitchell is here."
The country has its laws.
This time, Timothy had made a big commotion looking for people. What he did naturally couldn't be hidden.
Timothy's scalpel was already positioned at Alvin's heart.
Timothy paused and put the scalpel back in the tool box.
He removed his gloves and instructed Joe, "Bring Mr. Mitchell down. While I'm gone, take care of Elizabeth and send people to find Seraphina."
Joe frowned, "Boss, let me take your place."
Timothy shook his head, "No need."
When Philip and the others reached the third basement level and saw Alvin on the operating table, Philip's brow furrowed.
Timothy smiled, "Don't worry, he's just unconscious."
Philip breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't dead, it was fine.
Though he understood Timothy's actions in his heart, regulations were regulations, and proper procedures still had to be followed.
"Mr. Robinson, you need to come with us."