Elysia eyed Verity with a mix of suspicion and concern etched across her face.

How on earth did she come across such vital information?

All these years, Tarquin had been on a relentless hunt for the murderer, without a single clue in sight. How could Verity possibly know anything? "Who's the killer?" she finally asked.

Verity replied, "I'll only tell you if you agree to my request first."

Elysia frowned, "Alright, let's hear your request then."

Tears instantly welled up in Verity's eyes. She stared at Elysia for a few seconds before suddenly dropping to her knees with a thud!

Elysia jumped, startled. "What are you doing? Get up, right now!"

But Verity remained on the floor, her voice breaking as she pleaded,

"Elysia, please, you have to save my son! I wouldn't have come to you if I had any other choice... Please..."

Verity had

that she only

Get up

her head, refusing

Tarquin has a soft spot for you; he listens to you. If you could just plead on

as a mother, you must understand the love a mother holds for her

I'm begging you... Help save my

the sudden involvement of Tarquin, forcibly helped Verity up from the ground and seated her on a bench in the hallway. She rummaged through her bag for some tissues and handed them to Verity, then fetched

take your time to

wiped her tears, took the cup but didn't drink. After a few sniffles, she

with a tradition that the direct daughters of the family don't marry out. Their husbands join our family instead, and any children bear

to a small portion of the Bradford estate, with no

father had Kendrick and us sisters, but only Kendrick and his descendants were

anything happen to Kendrick's line, our sons

something to happen to Tarquin and Elijah; it would open up an

a den of wolves; what good is inheriting the Bradford

hid him away out of love, hoping he

parents, upon learning of his heritage, would encourage him to come back and

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