Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 480

Myra, cradling her grandson, let her usual harsh exterior fade into a grandmotherly glow. "There, there, sweetie, don't cry. Once we reach the big city, Granny will take you to live in a mansion, ride in airplanes, eat steak, and drink sparkling cider."

The child, however, was not appeased by her words. The train carriage was packed with people, a cacophony of noises, and a medley of strong odors. The kid, unable to sleep amidst such chaos, cried even harder.

Some passengers, unable to bear the noise, suggested, "Ma'am, your grandson is probably hungry. Feed him something to pacify him. We all need to get some rest here."

"Crying is a sign of vitality. After all, we were all children once, weren't we? There's nothing wrong with crying. It's not against the law," retorted Myra, her eyes filled with adoration for her grandson.

"Well, I was just trying to help."

"I don't need your help. He might need to pee," said Myra, unabashedly removing the child's diaper and encouraging him to relieve himself right there in the carriage.

This act instantly caused an uproar among the other passengers.

"This is a public space! Do you have no manners? Can't you take the child to the restroom? This is absolutely disgusting."

"Ma'am, the restroom is just down the carriage."

"If you continue like this, we'll have to report you. The carriage is already stuffy and now it smells like urine. It's not your own home."

Myra wanted to lash out, but she knew she was outnumbered. She glanced at her husband and son, both of whom were sprawled out on their bunks, snoring. Suppressing her rage, she woke them up.

"Make some milk power for Gary. Fredric, go buy some sandwiches."

After taking her grandson to pee in the restroom - a task that took a good five to six minutes - she returned to find that her husband and son still hadn't returned. She sat down, holding her grandson, and failed to notice that her bag had been tampered with.

The train journey to J City took a whole day. After a night's rest, they were informed that they had reached their destination.

Myra was busy with her grandchild, while her husband Ron haphazardly gathered their belongings. Fredric couldn't hide his excitement at the thought of soon meeting his wealthy sister.

This was their first time in a big city, and they were awestruck by the towering skyscrapers. Fredric suggested, "Mom, Dad, let's find a place to stay first before we start looking for Bella."

"Sounds good. You take the lead, son," they agreed, relying on Fredric's ability to read and navigate the city's streets.

Luckily, Fredric was adept at using the internet and reading maps. However, navigating the sprawling J City train station proved to be a challenge. After they circled the station several times without finding their way, their stomachs began to grumble. They decided to stop at a nearby diner for some food.

"Mom, where did you put the money?" Fredric asked, rummaging through their bags.

"Isn't it in the bag? I wrapped it in several layers of bags. Look again."

Despite his best efforts, Fredric couldn't find the bag of money. "Mom, I can't find it. Are you sure you didn't put it somewhere else?"

Myra's heart skipped a beat. "Hold Gary for me. I'll look for it."

Despite emptying all their bags, Myra couldn't find the money. She was certain she had brought the money with them and never unwrapped it - it was all the savings they had, a total of five thousand dollars.

The money was supposed to facilitate their search for Bella in the city. Now, they didn't even have enough money for even a train ride back home.

"Mom, when was the last time you saw the money?"

"I kept it in the bag and never touched it. I was busy taking care of the baby after getting in the train. Weren't you and Dad watching the bags?"

The realization hit them all at once. There was a period when none of them were watching their belongings. That must have been when the thief struck.

Myra sat on the ground, looking at the bag, desolate, and broke into tears. "Damn thief! How dare they steal an old woman's hard-earned money! There's no justice in this world."

Fredric felt a pang of anger, but his mother's public display of grief was more embarrassing to him.

It was not until they got off the train that they realized someone stole the money. They couldn't find it, and reporting it to the police would be futile. They could only chalk it up to bad luck.

"It's just five thousand dollars. It's gone, so be it. Remember, we're about to find Bella, who's worth millions."

Thinking of that huge sum, they became careless about taking care of their five thousand. The loss of the money was like a punch to the gut.

"But what do we do now? As you said, we won't find Bella right away, and now that the money is gone, where do we stay?"

"What if we report to the police and wait for them to notify Bella?" suggested Ron.

Fredric felt a pang of unease. Bella had changed her name and appearance, and she was now a superstar worth millions. Would anyone believe their claim?

They had approved of cutting ties with her, and since Bella was neglected as a child, they didn't have any photos of her. In other words, they had no evidence.

The loss of the money had turned their situation into a tangled mess.

Just then, a man approached them. "Seems like you folks are in some trouble."