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.

on the slippery roads with limited visibility.

pale, clutched the handle above the car door as if his life

crucial, but you have to think about your own

under the suit, convulsed uncontrollably, “Any second late,

fell silent, his eyes shut tight, praying for their safety.

Mrs. Abernathy’s location?!” Thaddeus’s voice hoarse, forehead slick with sweat.

we still can! About

screen. Gordon exclaimed in panic, “Damn it, Mr.

All he could hope for now was that Evadne’s phone had simply died and not

on. I’m going to find

at the last known location. His men fanned out with flashlights, searching

his shoes and pant legs caked in mud, but he didn’t care less,

road!” Gordon

Why was Mrs. Abernathy alone in this forsaken

one of their phones and pushed on through the rain. Fearing they might follow, she kept

legs still moving in their quivery state

take another step and collapsed in a dilapidated gazebo at the foot of a hill. Only then did she dare to call Thaddeus – her only fear was that her man wouldn’t

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

she dreamed of the accident three years ago – the car accident, the dark red blood streaming down, begging the doctor to save him,

“Evadne!”

her haze, she thought she heard Thaddeus calling her, but she had no strength left to respond.

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

you?” Evadne murmured faintly, her eyes shimmering with

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

he felt as

sinking into the delicate hollow of her shoulder. If tears were blood, the rivers would have surely run crimson by

muddied haze, her words slurred as she cried out,

as if an arrow had pierced his soul. Her words, sharp as knives, carved into his heart. His trembling hand rested on her forehead, the scorching heat sending shivers

He stripped off his suit jacket to wrap her tightly and

arms.

were a feverish red, her words delirious, “Baby,

matter if we never have children.”

forehead, “In my heart, you are my child. I will cherish you, love you, protect you. Having

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

a blanket from

drive. To the hospital,

“No.”

will find me quickly. They’ll

a high fever; your

okay. I’ll just take

closed her eyes again, slipping

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

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