Chapter 1280


    "The medicine Mr. Elliot injected into Grandpa,bined with the one on the infusion drip, could create


    a deadly poison."


    As Arabe said this, she lifted her gaze to look at Bard, "This implies that either Mr. Elliot is medically


    knowledgeable, or he is guided by a highly skilled person. Whoever conceived this plot possesses


    medical and pharmacological expertise far beyond an average doctor."


    Upon hearing this, Bard became more solemn.


    "Grandpa is even more fragile than before, and he''ll have to rely on medication for gradual recovery,


    Arabe continued and looked at the man on the hospital bed, "It might take several days for him to


    wake up."


    If it were not for her pushing the poison out of Darren''s body in time, they might be staring at his lifeless


    body at this very moment.


    That was why she chose to stay and save Darren instead of pursuing Mr. Elliot.


    “I was careless to assume that leaving Mr. Elliot here would ensure absolute safety” Bard admitted, his


    voice filled with regret.


    Trust, it seemed, could be the sharpest de.


    “If it wasn''t for your timely appearance and your discovery of Mr. Elliot''s plot, as well as your efforts to


    rid your Grandpa''s body of the poison, he might have." Bard''s voice trailed off, his gaze falling on


    Darren, a heavy weight seeming to press on his heart.


    At that moment, a young man apanied by a team of bodyguards hurried in, "Mr. Bard."


    Bard lifted his gaze, "Let me introduce you. This is Gordon, my most trusted man"


    Arabe looked at the young man who had just entered. He appeared to be in his early twenties,


    handsome with a determined and astute look in his eyes.


    Being trusted by her uncle at such a young age indicated his exceptional capabilities.


    Arabe gave him a nod, and Gordon respectfully addressed her, "Ms. Be"


    "I''ll stay here tonight, you take Be home," Bard instructed Gordon.


    "Yes, sir"


    “Uncle Bard, I should stay here too, in case any emergency happens,’ Arabe offered.


    “You flew the ne to my airstrip after the pilot got into an ident, performed two surgeries, dealt with


    the intruders, saved a stranger''s life, and now you''ve saved your grandfather. "


    Gordon was amazed at Be''s capabilities. She wasn''t like any spoileddy from rich families.


    “Uncle Bard, don''t feel guilty. Whether I came or not, these things would have happened. It was just a


    coincidence that I was there. What we can do now is to find out who is behind all this and restore


    peace to our lives."


    Bard looked at Arabe with admiration, "You''re right. We must find the person behind this. Gordon,


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    after you take Be home, investigate who Mr. Elliot has been in contact with recently."


    "Yes, sir; Gordon nodded, then turned to Arabe, "Ms. Be, please."


    “Hold on."


    Arabe walked over to the bedside table where a medical record and a pen were ced. She took the


    pen and began to doodle on the nk page.


    Bard and Gordon watched her, both at a loss for what she was doing.


    Arabe drew a pattern on the nk page and handed it to Bard, "When I fought with Mr. Elliot, I


    noticed this pattern below his corbone, close to his heart."


    Bard took a look and saw a menacing, ferocious wolf''s head.


    "Is he part of the Mafia Rock?"


    Gordon was surprised. He didn''t expect Mr. Elliot to have such a significant background. But they had


    always maintained a non-interference policy with the Mafia Rock. Why would they send Mr. Elliot to


    harm Darren?


    “Be, I didn''t know you were such a good artist." Bard was amazed at the lifelike drawing of the wolf''s


    head.