Chapter 1302


    Arabe’s eyes widened in surprise. Did she actually have an aunt she didn''t know about?


    She watched as Mr. Elliot turned a shade of tomato red, the veins in his neck bulging, his eyes about to


    roll back in his head from the chokehold.


    “Enough, Bard''s voice cut through the tension like a knife.


    He needed to know where his wife was.


    How could she possibly be alive?


    After all, they hadbed through every inch of thend with no trace to be found.


    As his henchman released his grip, Mr. Elliot gasped for air, taking a while to catch his breath before he


    managed to speak. "Sir, your wife fell off the cliff that year, and the sea was below. Sir, you had men


    searching the waters for over a month, but we never found her body. The truth is, she didn''t fall into the


    sea, but onto a tree. She was badly injured and unconscious, and I took her to Alexander''s ce."


    Hearing this, Bard shot to his feet and ordered the basement door to be flung open.


    He stormed in, kicking Mr. Elliot to the ground and grabbing him by the cor in a furious grip. "You


    knew how much she means to me, and you dared to keep this from me for so long, and even had the


    audacity to send her away. I should make you regret ever crossing me!"


    The thought of his wife being at Alexander''s was like a knife to his heart.


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    Mr. Elliot knew the gravity of his actions, and although he too felt the weight of Bard''s sorrow, he was


    bound to obey.


    What the mastermanded, he did.


    Trembling, Mr. Elliot confessed, "Initially, Alexander only wanted to use your wife as leverage, to


    threaten you and break you by taking away your beloved. But then he fell for her, and he wouldn''t let


    her go."


    “What did you say?" Bard, nearly losing his sanity with rage, clenched his fists, ready to strike.


    "But Alexander has respected your wife. He hasn''tid a finger on her, I swear.’ Mr. Elliot pleaded


    urgently.


    “If she''s been harmed in any way, I''lle back and tear you limb from limb!" Bard stormed out of the


    basement, with Arabe casting a nce at Mr. Elliot before quickly catching up with her uncle.


    She had never seen him so incensed.


    “Uncle Bard, are you going to confront Alexander?" Arabe asked as they walked briskly.


    “Be, I''ll leave the hospital to you. Tonight, I''m bringing your aunt home. Take care of your grandpa


    and don''t let those vultures get to him’ Bardmanded without breaking stride.


    He couldn''t trust any of his men now, except for his own niece.


    And she was the only one capable enough to ensure grandpa''s safety.


    Perhaps it was the shock of his wife still being alive, but Bard''s eyes shone with a steely resolve mixed


    with a thirst for vengeance.


    Determined to bring her back, and furious that Alexander dared to cross him, he would not let this go


    lightly.


    Arabe understood that her uncle would stop at nothing to settle the score with Mr. Elliot for keeping


    the truth about her aunt hidden.


    Tonight, Dawnstar would not know peace.


    From this point on, the world would likely hear no more of Alexander and his so-called ‘kingdom’.


    To prevent Alexander''s men from targeting her grandfather, Arabe decided to stay at the hospital for


    the night to ensure his protection.


    After all, the hospital''s security didn''t hold a candle to her own skills.


    She stepped outside, umbre in hand, only to find Gordon still sitting in his car, not yet departed.


    Gordon was taken aback when he saw her, quickly getting out of the car to inquire, "Ms. Be, what''s


    going on?


    Mr. Bard left in a hurry, and here you are following suit."


    He had an inkling something significant was unfolding, but the specifics eluded him.


    Arabe locked eyes with him, "Why haven''t you left yet?"