?Chapter 442:
Even though it was just a fruit knife, it still posed a significant threat.
The de gleamed ominously, and Elora could feel a subtle sting against her neck. Despite her usual detachment, oftenmanding her underlings to carry out heinous acts, Elora had never taken a life herself. The aggression directed at her now filled her with terror.
It seemed that Katelyn only needed to make the slightest movement for the de to carve a deep, painful cut across her throat.
When Elora fell silent, the room became tense and still.
Katelyn then withdrew the knife. At that moment, Vincent and Jaxen, who had been lingering just outside the door, stepped in. Katelyn had initially instructed them to stay out, preferring to confront Elora on her own.
The arrogance Elora had once worn so boldly evaporated, and she instinctively curled into the bedcovers.
“What do you want from me? Are you here to gloat?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Just then, the door swung open once more.
Breck appeared at the entrance.
Upon seeing him, Elora, who had been holding back tears, now wept openly.
“Dad, why did you let them in here? Get them out! I can’t bear to look at them!”
Breck’s heart sank as he watched his daughter cry. He hurried to her side, trying to console her.
“Sweetheart, they just need to ask you about someone. Answer them, and they’ll leave right away.”
He turned to face Vincent, his jaw clenched. “Ask what you need to, and make it quick!”
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Vincent stepped forward, his gaze unflinching as he focused on the fear in Elora’s eyes.
“Where’s the bodyguard with green eyes? Hand him over.”
Panic surged through Elora. She faltered, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What are you talking about? I don’t have any bodyguards with green eyes.”
“Cut the act. We know he’s your bodyguard,” Jaxen interjected, his tone sharp andcking the usual charm he reserved for women he favored. There was no room for pleasantries with someone like Elora.
Elora, avoiding Vincent’s intense gaze, continued to deny everything with growing desperation.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Dad, please make them leave. My head is killing me,” Elora pleaded, her voice trembling. Suddenly, her distress escted. She clutched her head in agony, letting out continuous screams. The monitors beside her bed began shing rapidly, their indicators spiking rmingly. Elora’s face contorted in pain, and it seemed like she might lose consciousness at any moment.
Terrified by the scene, Breck shouted towards the door, “Doctors! Nurses! Quickly! Something’s wrong with my daughter!”
The medical team rushed in and immediately began administering emergency care.
“The patient’s emotional state is extremely unstable,” one of the doctors announced. “She cannot endure further stress. All of you, please exit now so we can attend to her.”
Katelyn and herpanions were swiftly escorted out. Fuming with rage, Breck shot a venomous look at them. “You see my daughter’s condition. If you continue this, you’re pushing her towards death. I don’t care what your reasons are for finding that bodyguard. Harass my daughter again, and I’ll make sure we all go down together.”
Breck’s eyes burned with determination, as if he was prepared to sacrifice everything. However, Vincent remained unfazed, his calm demeanor unbroken. He looked past Breck’s fury, his gaze locking onto the desperation beneath.
“I’m only after that one individual,” Vincent stated evenly. “If you want your daughter to recover, turning him over is your best move.”
Breck, consumed by rage, snapped back, “Who is this bodyguard? Why are you so obsessed with a mere bodyguard?” He couldn’tprehend Vincent’s intense pursuit of someone he considered insignificant.
Suddenly, a sh of metal gleamed behind Vincent.
Katelyn’s eyes sharpened, and she lunged forward, shoving him aside. “Look out!”
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