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.

He quickly gathered his men; a convoy of sleek black sedans raced behind Thaddeus’s lead, struggling to keep up with his breakneck speed.

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

above the car door as if his life depended

Mrs. Abernathy is crucial,

trouble at any second!” Thaddeus’s eyes bloodshot, tremendous terror caused his shoulders, which were hid under the suit, convulsed

his eyes shut tight,

Thaddeus’s voice hoarse, forehead

can! About two kilometers

vanished from the GPS screen. Gordon exclaimed in panic, “Damn it, Mr. Abernathy! We’ve lost Mrs.

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

going to

known location. His men fanned out

caked in mud,

Slow down! Be careful of the road!” Gordon followed, stumbling, his mind

Abernathy alone in this

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 for any short while, because she didn’t have any

her legs still moving in their quivery state unceasingly

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

buried in her arms, drifting to sleep with the phone clutched

her daze, she dreamed of the accident three years ago – the car accident, the dark red

“Evadne!”

her, but she had no strength left

enveloped by a warm embrace, a broad figure shielding

murmured faintly,

his arms, pressing her into his pain–wracked chest, his voice rough and barely coherent, “It’s me. Evadne, I’m

moment ago, seeing her curled up so pitifully, he felt as though his heart

shoulder. If tears were blood, the rivers would have surely run crimson by

cried out, “Thaddeus, our baby’s gone! You must save him, please!”

knives, carved into his heart. His trembling hand rested

off his suit jacket to wrap her tightly and lifted

arms.

a feverish red, her words

Evadne. It doesn’t matter if we never have children.”

you are my child. I will cherish you, love you, protect you. Having

the stormy night, Gordon’s face split with a wide, tearful grin as he

the car, Thaddeus discarded his soaked suit and wrapped the woman tightly in a blanket from the hospital,

the hospital, now.”

“No.”

eyes were half–closed/weakly gripping Thaddeus’s sweaty hand, “If we go to the hospital, my brothers will find me

choked with pain, “But you’re running a high fever; your body will overheat.”

I’ll just

that, Evadne closed her eyes again, slipping back into

early morning hours, the villa was peaceful. Marilla slept sweetly in

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