The simple reminder from Vincent weighed heavily on Elora’s conscience. This was Granville, not Yata, not her territory. Attempting such bold actions in Vincent’s territory was practically inviting disaster.
Elora’s typically haughty attitude vanished, overtaken by escalating dread. Just then, Austen rushed to her side, positioning himself protectively in front of Elora.
Surprise widened his eyes. “Why have you come all of a sudden to Elora? Hadn’t we resolved all matters in Yata? Is this some form of retaliation?”
Suspicion clouded Austen’s expression as he scrutinized Katelyn. Katelyn met his gaze with a look of confusion, her words heavy with implication.
“Are you not aware of her actions?”
Austen reflexively looked over his shoulder at Elora. The woman who was once brimming with arrogance now seemed meek, taking refuge behind Austen as though scared.
Katelyn’s brow furrowed.
Could it be that Elora was actually coherent and only feigning her condition to mislead Austen?
Austen redirected his attention forward, his voice cold. “I’m here to consult with Dr. Hades about Elora’s treatment. Her doctors have warned that her psychological state is fragile, and she mustn’t be disturbed. If you have anything to say, direct it to me. But leave her alone.”
Katelyn’s face held a mixture of emotions. Hades’ medical expertise was renowned globally. She had only returned from retirement to assist Carol, yet it had already drawn many to seek her services.
Yet, Katelyn was certain that Elora’s purported ailment was a facade. With a piercing gaze and a knowing smirk, Katelyn asked, “Are you entirely convinced that she’s sick and not just orchestrating a charade?”
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Elora’s maneuvers ranged from employing 001 to spy on them to masterminding an attempt on Amiri’s life—each move meticulously planned. How could Elora possibly be sick?
Austen felt completely bewildered, struggling to understand Katelyn’s words. “You seem lost. Perhaps this will clarify things,” Katelyn taunted, poised to reveal evidence from a USB drive when Elora abruptly screamed at the top of her lungs!
Elora hunched forward, her hands pressed to her head as if desperately trying to shut out something horrifying. A sharp scream tore from her lips.
“No! I can’t take it, no!” Her expression twisted with fear, as though she had just encountered a ghost or found herself lost in a nightmare.
Katelyn froze, eyes wide in confusion, her gaze locked on Elora. Elora’s fear was real, unmistakably raw. What in the world was going on?
Vincent’s sharp gaze swept over Elora, searching for answers. The Elora standing before them was unrecognizable compared to the one from just minutes ago. ?s s FιndNovel.net
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