<b>Chapter </b><b>261 </b>
Sebastian ryed the inside information he had uncovered over the phone, and Caitlin’s face twisted in shock and outrage
“It was him?!”
She never would have imagined that the one who orchestrated the attempt to run her over was cott
He <b>had </b>harbored resentment against her for so long, waiting for the right moment to take revenge. And now, he had actually hired a reckless dear to ram into her?
Was he insane?!
“Wait for me. I’ming over right now!”
After instructing Faith to stay at the hospital, Caitlin prepared to <b>leave </b>with the three children. She nned to drop them off at the Vanderbilt estate before heading out to meet Sebastian.
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard the sound of a whistle
The sharp, crisp noise drew her attention, and she turned toward Arthur, who had just blown it.
“Arthur, you can’t use a whistle in the hospital. You need to keep quiet.”
Oh, got it, Mommy!”
ncing at the Brass whistle in her son’s hand, Caitlin couldn’t help but feel <b>curious</b>. “Where did you get that? Let me set”
“Uncle Quincy gave it to me
Arthur handed the whistle over, and Caitlin examined it closely.
Iwas clearly an old whistle that had been polished and restored. The moment she saw it, a childhood memory shed through <b>her </b>mind–her younger brother, Harrison, had owned a whistle just like this one.
He used to love blowing his whistle
Their mother had specifically bought it for him <b>as </b><b>a </b>birthday gift. Catin even remembered that they had the shop engrave his initials on it HL.
Turning the whistle in her hands, she suddenly noticed faintly visible letters. Squinting to read them, she could still make them out–HL
Her heart clenched violently
This was Harrison’s whistle!
Unbelievable!
This was the very same whistle from his childhood
Awave of emotion surged through her, and tears welled up in her eyes. She turned back to Arthur, her voice trembling “Arthur, where <b>did </b>you say you got this? Who gave it to you?“.
“Uncle Quincy! He gave it to me.”
“<b>Quincy</b>? This whistle belongs to <b>Quincy</b>?”
Arthurnodded.
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Cat could no longer contals her emotions. Tears streamed down her face, and an unbearable pain gripped her chest as she catched the tightly in her pale
Faith, seeing Caillin in tears, was puzzled. “Caitlin, what’s wrong?
“<b>Taith</b>, I think……. I might have found my brother…
Faith’s eyes widened in shock<b>. </b>“Master Hanison? Where is he now?”
Caitlin turned toward the ICU.
Faith gasped. “No way! Are you saying Quincy is your brother?”
Caitlin nodded, stepping closer to the ss window. She stared at Quincy through the ss, her heart aching as if it were being tom apart
How had her brother been right by her <b>side </b>all this time, and she never recognized him?
Quincy was <b>her </b>brother.
Harrison…
Faith ced aforting hand <b>on </b>her back. “<b>Caitlin</b>, don’t be sad. This <b>is </b><b>a </b>good thing! At least you found him. Now, all we need to do is wait for Quincy to wake up.”
Caitlin <b>nodded</b>. “Stay here and keep an eye on things. I have something to take care of.”
Wiping away her tears, her expression hardened with a chilling intensity.
Thinking about the mastermind behind the car ident, she clenched her lists, her fury igniting into a searing hatred.
Not only had Scott failed to <b>kill </b>her, but he had nearly caused her to lose her brother again.
This time, she would make him pay.
She had endured long enough!
Meanwhile
in a hotel room, James slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbing with pain.
<b>As </b>his vision cleared, he realized he was <b>in </b>a hotel. The moment this registered, he bolted upright.
Checking the bedside table, he found his belongings neatly ced there, along with a note. Picking it up, he read Quincy’s handwriting, exining that – Caitlin had asked him to bring James here.
His guard <b>lowered </b>slightly as the memory ofst night resurfaced–drinking with Sebastian, getting <b>drunk </b>for the first time in <b>his </b>life.
After freshening up, James started packing to leave, but something suddenly caught his attention–something important was missing
His brass whistle was gone!
He searched all his pockets, overturning everything in his room, but <b>it </b>was nowhere to be found.
<b>Did </b><b>he </b>drop it somewhere!
Panic set in as he franticallybed through the hotel, even inspecting the carpet for any trace of it. Still, nothing.
His only clue to finding his family had vanished.
Could he have inft it somewhere else? Maybe the restaurant where they had dinner?
Wading no time. James checked out and rushed back to the private dining restaurant from the previous night. He asked around and searched every possible spot.
But it was all for nothing.
The whistle <b>was </b>truly lost
His only lead… was gone.
<b>Caitlin </b>dropped the children off at the Vanderbilt estate before heading to meet Sebastian.
By the time she arrived, Sebastian had already captured Scott.
Scott <b>was </b>lying on the cold floor<b>, </b><b>bound </b>tightly with a ck hood covering his head. He squirmed like a helpless worm.
“Who are you people?! Let me go<b>!</b><b>” </b>
He had no idea who had kidnapped him or why.
“Is anyone there?! Let me out!”
He was trapped inplete darkness. The cold tiles beneath him sent a shiver down his spine.
Then<b>, </b>he heard the crisp, rhythmic click–ck of high heels approaching
Each step echoed in the stent room<b>, </b>growing louder, closer–pounding against his heart.
“Who–who is it?!”
The footsteps <b>finally </b>stopped in front of him.
Caitlin stood over him, her gaze burning with hatred.
<b>Sebastian </b>gave a slight nod, and one of his men ripped the ck hood off Scott’s head.
Bright light flooded his vision, Squinting, he quickly adjusted–and when he finally saw who was standing before him, his face went p.
“Caitlin?! It’s you? You had me kidnapped?!”
His voice rose in debelief
“You’re not even going to ask why you were kidnapped?” Caitlin’s tone <b>was </b><b>ice</b>–cold.
“Why…?”
“You still have the nerve to ask? Her voice turned sharp. “The hit–and–run ident in front of the Royal International Hotel–you’re the one who hired
<b>the </b>driver to run me down<b>!</b>”
-I don’t know what you’re talking about What does your ident <b>have </b>to do with me! Stop <b>making </b>false usations!”
Scott refused to admit it.
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“You think denying it will get you off the hook?” Caitlin’s eyes shed with fury. The driver solved. And guess what? He already rated you but NE have records of your transaction with him the all details of your hired him deal. Everything is at the police station,
Pure hatred burned in her eyes as she took a step closer. “Scott, I’ve had enough, it’s time to settle every scare, old and new.”
“Tive years ago, you set a fire to kill me. Instead, you got Dominic burned alive. That’s arton.
“You tricked me into signing over my shares, then took control of LIG, That’s fraud.
“And now, you hired a driver to kill me an attack that left Quincy in a conta. That’s attempted murder
“You’ve done so many terrible things in your life. It’s time for karma to catch up to you
At some point, a ck leather whip with metal studs had appeared in Caitlin’s hands.
She snapped it against the floor–CRACKI
Scott flinched, terror gripping him as he instinctively tried to back away.
“N–no! Don’t! Caitlin… please… I’ll give you back your shares!”
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