Chapter 1833
Martin''s voice became desperately urgent as he spoke, "Arabe, they say saving a life is the greatest
deed, greater than building the grandest cathedral. You''re a healer at heart, and if you could save her,
I''ll agree to any terms you set!"
"I know when you returned to your birth family, Serena didn''t wee you with open arms. Instead,
she provoked and hurt you over and over. She was wrong, truly wrong. I realize that saying ''I''m sorry'' a
thousand times over won’t undo the pain she''s caused you, but I can''t just stand by and watch her die.
Please, Arabe, you can direct all your anger at me. I''ll beg on my knees, crawl if I have to, just to
save her life."
His voice was choked with emotion, barely recognizable.
"The doctors say her body''s vital functions and organs, all have been seriously affected, though to
varying degrees. I''m out of options."
Hearing this, Arabe simply said, "I gave her plenty of chances, and she squandered each one. She
tried to take my life, time and again. Who was there to save me then?"
Had it not been for her quick thinking and timely avoidance, Arabe couldn’t know how many times
she might have died by Serena''s hand.
"Her condition isn''t a big problem for me to fix, but I won''t save her." Arabe''s voice was cold and
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detached throughout. "All your kneeling and pleading won''t make a difference. The problem isn''t with
you; it''s with her."
If Serena hadn''t harbored such malice from the start, if she hadn''t schemed behind Arabe''s back
repeatedly, Arabe might have considered her salvation.
But Serena was cruel enough to try and carve her hatred into Arabe''s skin, to wish a gruesome
death upon her.
Why save someone like that?
Was she supposed to set a trap for herself?
Arabe ended the call without another word, not willing to waste her breath.
Hans and Sean showed concern. "Was that Martin?" they asked.
"He has the audacity to ask for your help?" Sean was itching to teach Martin a lesson.
"He must be really desperate toe to me," Arabe admitted, feeling a twinge of sympathy for him.
"His love is wasted on the wrong person," Hans noted, believing Serena to be unworthy of Martin''s
efforts.
"No, seriously, she''s been sick this long and hasn''t died? Has he lost his mind? If you save someone
like that, won''t they just cause more trouble?" Sean couldn''t understand such blind devotion, to
someone so tantly undeserving.
"Who he loves or wants to save is his business," Arabe said, not wanting to dwell on it.
When the three of them approached Arabe''s parents, they waited until they were alone before
sharing their insights.
"Let''s try to piece together the timeline Martin gave us," Arabe said calmly.
"He left our house the night beforest and summoned seven or eight renowned doctors to his ce
overnight. By early morning, as the dawn broke, he had the doctors leave one by one, to let Erik know
that Serena''s injuries were too severe for treatment. ording to him, not long after, he got a call from
an unknown number."
Louisa and Keh nodded in confirmation, "Yes, that''s exactly what Martin told us."
"Erik couldn''t have gone far, and trusting Martin, he would have arrived at Martin''s ce quickly. That
would have been around noon, maybe one or two in the afternoon."
"Martin imed his men knocked Erik out cold, and indeed, there was evidence of a blow to the back of
his head. To capture Erik, he also used a sedative incense. My autopsy confirmed Erik had inhaled an
excessive amount of it, but,"
Her gaze met everyone''s, "The scent of the incense would only render someone unconscious for a
couple of hours. If I''m not mistaken about the timing, Erik would have awoken before sunset. Logically,
with Martin''s urgency to save someone, he could have brought Erik straight to us after he was knocked
out. So why wait until after 8 p.m. to bring him to our ce? What was the dy for? Did Erik wake up
and they struck some sort of deal? We have no way of knowing."