Chapter 490

Thaddeus stared at the unfamiliar number flashing on his phone screen, momentarily immobilized. Not many people had his private number, and he never bothered with wrong numbers or cold calls. But this time, his heart inexplicably raced out of control.

Pressing the answer button, he brought the phone to his ear, “Hello?”

On the other end, the tumult of a storm mixed with static.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Usually, Thaddeus would’ve hung up by now. But today, he uncharacteristically waited for a reply.

“Thaddeus, it’s me.”

Evadne’s frail, soft voice came through in fits and starts, torn to shreds by the howling wind. Like a dagger, it pierced straight through the man’s heart.

“Evadne?!”

Thaddeus’s eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and joy as he shot to his feet, his breathing laced with an intense tremor. It was almost unbelievable to him that he was receiving a call from her.

“Thaddeus. I want to see you. I’m so tired,” Evadne’s fading voice was nearly imperceptible.

“Evadne, where are you?! I’ll come to you right away!” Thaddeus’s eyes reddened, a nameless agony churning within.

“I don’t know where I am.”

The woman on the other end couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, “I’ve walked so far. I can’t go on. My head’s spinning. I just want to sleep.”

“Evadne! Don’t sleep, please, stay awake!”

Thaddeus’s heart clenched, spasming wildly, “Don’t hang up. I’m tracing your call right now! Stay with me!”

Hamilton, overhearing, tensed with concern.

“Granddad Hamilton, I’m sorry.”

“Thaddeus, you don’t need to explain.”

With an understanding wave of his hand, Granddad urged, “Go now! Nothing is more important than finding llana!”

Gripping his phone, Thaddeus dashed out of the hospital room.

“You’ve got to find llana! Keep her safe!” Hamilton cried after him, tears in his eyes.

Thaddeus nodded heavily, his steps heavy. He got into his car, taking Gordon with him as they sped off into the stormy night towards Skyrim.

of sleek black sedans raced behind Thaddeus’s lead, struggling to keep up with his

Mr. Abernathy wasn’t driving a car; he was piloting a jet on the slippery roads with limited visibility. He was gambling with his

above the car door as if his life depended on

Finding Mrs. Abernathy is crucial, but you have

hid under

silent, his eyes shut tight,

Abernathy’s location?!” Thaddeus’s voice hoarse,

still can! About two kilometers

the signal vanished from the GPS screen. Gordon exclaimed in panic,

felt a heavy sinking in his heart. All he could hope for now was that Evadne’s phone had simply died and not that

on. I’m going

arrived at the last known location. His men fanned

the rain, his shoes and pant legs caked in mud, but he didn’t care less, his eyes burning with anxious

Abernathy! Slow down! Be careful of the road!”

had happened? Why was Mrs. Abernathy alone in

was drained of her last ounce of strength. She had taken one of their phones and pushed on through the rain. Fearing they might follow, she kept trekking forward instead of stopping

went completely numb, her legs still moving in their quivery state unceasingly as if they were not

and collapsed in a dilapidated gazebo at the foot of a hill. Only then did she dare to call Thaddeus

huddled into a ball, her face buried in her arms, drifting to sleep with the phone clutched tightly in her

accident, the dark red blood streaming down, begging the doctor to

“Evadne!”

her, but she

her cold, shivering body was enveloped by a warm embrace, a broad figure shielding her

is that you?” Evadne murmured faintly,

into his pain–wracked chest, his voice rough and barely coherent, “It’s me.

up so pitifully, he felt as

hot tears streamed down his cheeks, sinking into the delicate hollow of her shoulder. If tears were blood, the rivers would

muddied haze, her words slurred as she cried out, “Thaddeus, our baby’s gone! You

as knives, carved into his

you to the hospital!” He stripped off his suit jacket to wrap

arms.

red, her

matter if

to Thaddeus’s long lashes as he kissed her burning forehead, “In my heart, you are my child. I will cherish you, love you,

split with a wide, tearful grin

the woman tightly in a blanket from the hospital, clutching her waist almost fiercely,

To the hospital,

“No.”

Thaddeus’s sweaty hand, “If we go to the hospital, my brothers will find me quickly. They’ll take me back. Thaddeus. I don’t want to go back.

with pain, “But you’re running a high fever; your body

just

closed her eyes again, slipping back into unconsciousness.

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