Chapter 779: He’s Victor’s Brother

Ella Bailey turned her head, following Tina's motion.

On the surveillance screen, a room filled with sophisticated medical equipment came into view. A woman lay on the bed, her face deathly pale, her body devoid of vitality. Only the faint white mist on the light blue oxygen mask of the ventilato proved that she was still alive.

There was no sound in the footage, but Ella Bailey could almost hear the rhythmic beeping of the monitors in her ears.

She held her breath. Her heartbeat thudded violently, reverberating through her chest.

Even though she didn't understand medicine, she could tell that her mother's condition wasn't good.

The arms that had once held her so gently were now scarred, deep and shallow cuts crisscrossing her skin.

Some of the older wounds had healed, leaving white marks behind. The newer ones, grayish-brown scabs, threatened to shred Ella's fragile nerves.

"Mom..."

Her lips trembled, her teeth chattered, and the single word that escaped her throat came out broken and hoarse.

Tears began to fall, her sobs spreading like ripples through the quiet living room.

Tina watched silently. With a wave of her hand, Courtney and the others standing behind her led Elsa upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Elsa couldn't resist glancing back.

The Ella Bailey who had always flaunted her strength and pride now looked like a child who had lost her most treasured possession.

Her shoulders shook, her helplessness and despair stark and overwhelming.

after they jumped to their deaths, the

that thought was cut short as Elsa ascended the

from the table and said calmly, "Over the years, you've

and upright figure now slowly sank

and raspy. "I thought... I thought that if I did everything perfectly, he'd tell me where my mom was. I never imagined..... I didn't know she'd end up like this because

patted her shoulder, urging

"Do you

know those people?"

ground, trying to shrink into invisibility. Ella Bailey, her tears nearly spent, wiped her face. Her red, swollen eyes turned

froze, and after a moment of disbelief, she stammered two

thoughts swirling.

some grand deception. She sniffled, her voice trembling. "Yes. He's Victor's half-brother, Ozan Bailey. But according to the Bailey family records, he's been dead for over a decade I

"Mmm! Mmm!"

the Mountain Veil Order, squirmed on the ground, his hands and feet bound. Black tape sealed his mouth, but his wide, glaring eyes locked onto Ella Bailey, as if he had something urgent to say. Tina walked over

Ozan Bailey roared. "You little brat, you and that woman tricked me, didn't you?! My brother promised me-he said if I watched over this Farrell woman for him,

"So it was you? You were the one watching over my mom

Bailey instinctively shrank back, his small, beady eyes darting nervously. But then he puffed up his chest, glaring defiantly. "So what if I was? Listen here, you brat-if you don't release me right now, I'l tell my brother you

you think I care about being the

to say-I didn't expect this. After all these years, you still don't see Victor for what he is. No wonder you've been played like a fool. Once, you were Grandpa's favorite

fetch the family records for you? I promise, all

true!" Ozan Bailey's face turned red, his voice trembling. "He promised me! He promised me-how

laugh. "Why not? Victor even deceived his first wife. A man who climbed to power by stepping on the very woman who helped him get there-do you really think he'd treat you, his rival for the family fortune, any better?" She toyed

at the surveillance footage one last time, walked over slowly. "How could he? That money was used long ago by Victor to dig up the grave of the woman he hated most and hire experts to ensure her ashes would remain suppressed

your grandfather left you to condemn your

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