<b>Chapter </b><b>384 </b>
“What <b>is </b>it, Cynthia? Just tell me
<b>Caitlin </b>leaned in, listening intently.
Cynthia pulled a document from her coat and handed it over. <b>“</b><b>Caitlin</b>, this is the transfer of all the Yuncey Group shares under my name, I’m giving them all to you. Please… help me punish the one who destroyed my family, if I can die knowing justice was done, I’ll finally be at <b>peace</b>.”
Caitlin stared at the document, already signed.
She could feel the raw desperation in Cynthia’s <b>voice</b>–deep, painful, resolute,
With solemn determination, Caitlin nodded. “I promise, Cynthia, I’ll get to the bottom of what happened to the ingram family. I’ll make sure your husband, your son, and everyone who died in that fire get the justice they deserve.”
“Thank you… thank you…
Tears streamed down Cynthia’s face. Her faith in Caitlin came from the heart. She trusted her brilliance, her strength–trusted she had the power to bring Quill and his allies down.
She had lived all these years for this one thing for the truth. For vengeance.
If that came true, she could die without regret.
“It’ste, Cynthia. Get some rest. After the birthday banquet the day after tomorrow…all the monsters hiding in in sight will reveal their
true forms.”
Once Caitlin hadforted her and seen her off<b>, </b>she sat down to study the transfer document again.
She hadn’t expected Cynthia to go this far–to give up everything she had for the sake of justice. It was clear now–Cynthia had long let go of fame or wealth. All she ever thought about was her lost family and the injustice that had never been addressed
With Cynthia’s support, Caitlin had even more leverage. Her chances of reiming the Yuncey Group just increased.
Late at night when the world was silent, Caltin met up with Sebastian <b>at </b>their usual rendezvous.
This time, they came prepared–with a chunk of meat,ced with a sedative, perfect for luring away a guard dog.
Most of the staff were busy preparing for Timothy’s birthday. West Garden was unguarded.
Sebastian stayed outside to keep watch, while Caitlin slipped over the wall, just likest time,
<b>She </b>climbed a tree and leapt <b>over </b>the wall. Before her feet even touched the ground, the dog started barking.
Caitlin waited.
Sure enough, the wolfhound came charging over. She tossed down the chunk of meat.
The dog sniffed, then stopped to eat.
A few bites <b>in</b><b>, </b>the sedative took effect. Momentster, the <b>beast </b>copsed.
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Only then did Caitlin drop down and move forward.
She entered Billy’s quarters. Inside, she heard the sound of something falung Beacup hitting the floor.
She pushed the door open, flicked on her shlight, and felt around for the wall switch.
Click. The lights came on,
She walked deeper into the room and heard faint groans. Following the noise, she found Billy lying in bed.
He was sweating, trembling–clearly in pain. Moments earlier, he’d tried reaching for a <b>ss </b><b>of </b>water and knocked it over.
“Billy! What’s wrong?”
She touched his forehead. He was burning up. A fever.
Caitlin immediately messaged Sebastian, asking him to bring a thermometer and fever medication,
“Water… water…
Billy’s lips cracked <b>as </b>he mumbled in delirium.
Caitlin fetched a ss, helped him up, and gave him a few sips. Then she brought a towel and some cool water, dabbing his face and neck to bring his temperature down.
A whileter, Spastian responded. Caltlin stepped outside to retrieve the supplies, then checked his temperature.
39.3°C–dangerously high.
She gave him the fever reducer.
Two hours passed. Finally, the fever broke.
Caitlin cleaned him up with warm water and gently wiped away the sweat.
As Billy slowly regained awareness, he noticed <b>a </b>blurry figure at his bedside. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.
“Young miss…. you’ve
ee back…”
He thought it was Eleanor–his beloveddy.
He struggled to sit up. “Eleanor… go… you have to leave… don’te back…
“Billy! It’s me! I’m not Eleanor–I’m her granddaughter, Caitlin!”
Hearing the voice, Billy blinked and looked again, His old eyes focused on her face–realizing it wasn’t Eleano. he’d seen <b>ance </b>before.
“You’re… her granddaughter…”
“Yes, Billy, You’re sick. You had a high fever, but it’s down now. Are you feeling better?”
all, but the young woman
He nced at the <b>basin </b>and towel by the bed and understood–it was she who’d taken care of him. A flicker of gratitude warmed his heart!
“I’m much better now… What time is it? How did you get in?”
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His mind was sharp again – no signs of delivion.
climbed over the wall.”
Billy sat up, muttering. “A properdy theaking over walls in the middle of the eight what would prople think
you!
Caitlinughed softly. “Billy, I’m not worried about what they think why should you be
He let out a long sigh
Still weak, hey back down. Caitlin encouraged him to speak from bed.
His eyes, clouded with age, settled on her face. He was quiet for a while, then finally asked, “Your grandmother how is she?
“Billy… my grandmother passed away many years ago. She and my grandfather were both murdered
The grief hit him like a blow.
He had spent his life hoping Eleanor had escaped and lived happily. But the truth was cruel
Tears gathered in his eyes.
Caitlin’s voice trembled too. “Billy…she died with regrets. She had onest wish, il came back to the Yuncry family to make ite true.
“She wanted to rebuild <b>Fragrance </b>& Dye Studio… it was her dream,” Billy murmured. Of course he knew. He’d been her faithful loyal follower, once the butler of the Yuncey family.
His life–his very existence–had been saved by Eleanor.
“That’s right. And I came back for another reason. I need to know why she left the Yuncey family. I need answers. Can you help me, y
“My mother—her daughter–also vanished because of what happened back then. I have to find out the truth and bring her home
“Billy, based on your age, I should really call you Grandpa Jing”
Caitlin spoke from the heart, her words full of sincerity. And they moved Billy
To him, Eleanor wasn’t just a mistress. She was his savior, the woman he quietly loved <b>for </b><b>a </b>lifetime. He had remained in this quiet West Garden all these years for one reason only–to guard her memory.
Now, finally, someone hade
e who deserved to hear the truth.
“Alright… I’ll tell you everything… Just listen carefully…
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