Chapter 845

In the wee hours, the darkness was oppressive.

Evadne was nestled sweetly against Thaddeus, deep in slumber, but the man himself hadn't yet fallen asleep. He was poring over a stack of financial reports and project plans that he had pulled from the nightstand.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by the anxious voice of Alva, "Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy, are you asleep?"

Thaddeus, cautious not to wake his beloved, quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door.

"Alva, what are you doing up this late?"

"Mr. Abernathy, Mr. Waverley is here!"

"Mr. Waverley? You mean Evadne's brother Elvis?" Thaddeus was slightly taken aback.

"Yes! He's in the living room right now; he looks terrible. You better come down quickly!"

Just then, Evadne, in her fluffy slippers and rubbing her sleepy eyes, shuffled up behind him.

"Thaddeus, I heard you mention Elvis is here?"

"I'm sorry for waking you," Thaddeus' eyes softened as he gently wrapped his arm around her waist.

Evadne leaned into his embrace; the two bodies intimately snuggling with merely silk fabric between them.

late without a good reason. Let's

In the living room.

saw Elvis with his face bloodied and his clothes

never seen her brother so disheveled and distraught. Elvis, always as

life-and-death situations,

What happened?

her delicate hands frantically searching over his shoulders, her face

looked as if his soul had

frantic with worry, pressed, "You're alright? Look at your

breathing heavy as if a violent emotion

for anything over the years, but this

widened his eyes

seen many sides

was raw with urgency; she shook his shoulders, "Elvis, you don't need

there any way to save

"Save who?!"

Elvis choked up, "Elsie."

first time they had heard

pills from his pocket and placed it in

widened in disbelief, “Elvis, where did

"From Elsie."

cautiously, their gazes were burning with deep

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