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Savannah and Elissa sat together, their cheeks wet as their sobs slipped out in hushed tremors.
A servant stepped into the garden and froze at the sight, her voice softening at once. “Mrs. Brown, Miss Brown…”
Savannah steadied herself first. “What do you need?”
“The people from the hospital have arrived,” the servant replied.
Savannah brushed her tears away and straightened her posture. “Alright. Did Neville get here yet?”
“Yes, he did. He told me to bring you and Miss Brown to him.”
“Very well.” Savannah nodded, then reached for a tissue to dry Elissa’s damp face. “Come with me, sweetheart. Your father is waiting for both of us.”
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“Alright.”
In a quiet guesthouse tucked away in Ontmond.
Two days had passed since Ernest made a grand announcement about returning to Srixby. In truth, he sent his private jet back, but he himself slipped away to this hidden ce instead.
He needed to keep Savannah from growing suspicious, so he staged everything with care. He stayed here under a different name, keeping his true identity out of sight.
“Mr. Flynn,” the bodyguard greeted once he stepped inside.
Ernest checked the time on his wristwatch. The man showed up earlier than usual.
“Do you have something to report?”
“Of course!” The bodyguard nodded, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. “Everything happened exactly as you expected, sir!”
Ernest’s ns saved them from wasting effort on needless tasks.
Ernest did not respond to the praise. Instead, he motioned for him to continue. “Tell me.”
“Right away.”
During thest couple of days, their men uncovered a small vineyard tucked behind the Brown manor.
“A vineyard? Does it belong to the Brown family?”
“It used to,” the bodyguard replied, nodding once before shaking his head. “But we found out the current deed is registered under Ellen Brown.”
So thend now belonged to Elissa.
It appeared that her stepfather, Neville, treated Elissa with genuine care, as if she had been his own.
Ernest’s brows drew together as he remembered Elissa mentioning that her stepfather owned a vineyard. He never imagined it sat directly behind the manor where she lived.
This information did note by chance.
When considering Savannah’s odd behaviortely, the only sensible conclusion was that Elissa had probably been hidden on that property all along.
Savannah speeding off with Elissa and delivering that dramatic farewell at his doorstep now felt like nothing more than a ploy crafted to deceive him.
“Sir, that matches what we believe,” the bodyguard replied with a nod. “We already ced someone to sneak into the property.”
Ernest had no chance of appearing there himself, especially after what happened during hisst attempt.
“Good.” Ernest returned the nod. He saw no reason to oppose the n.
“Then, sir, if you do not require anything else, I will be on my way.”
After the bodyguard departed, Ernest pushed the door shut.
He acted with great care these days and refused to leave the guesthouse, since Ontmond fell squarely under Neville’s influence.
He chose to wait for the next report. Before long, he would learn whether Elissa was truly being kept inside that vineyard.
The next afternoon, the bodyguard returned with an update.
“Mr. Flynn! Miss Hond is definitely inside that vineyard!” He unlocked his phone, held it out, and urged Ernest to look. “Here it is.”
The picture was taken from afar. The focus wavered and the image appeared grainy, but the figures were still recognizable. Savannah stood beside Elissa, their arms linked as they strolled across the garden.
“Perfect!” Ernest grinned, an icy gleam in his eyes.
Savannah had worked tirelessly to tuck Elissa away from him. He felt relieved that this time he did not spend months or even years chasing shadows. Luck seemed to favor him, guiding him to her without dy.
“Mr. Flynn,” the bodyguard asked, awaiting orders. “What should we do next?”
What were they supposed to do?
Ernest took a moment to think.
Ask again for her hand?
That idea was pointless.
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