Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband by Erin Green

Remarry My 213

Chapter 213 Where Is The Key Vault?

Chapter 213 Where Is The Key Vault?

When he heard that his sister-in-law was named Melody Tucker, he wasn't surprised.

Some people who have been planning for too long should always get what they want.

Edward ignored Alfred's self-centered little musings, his gaze lazily drifting toward the man still diving up and down in the frigid lake. His eyes held a faint, cold hint of mockery. Noticing this, Ronald hurriedly stepped forward. "Mr. Edward, Mr. Shield has been soaking in the cold lake for nearly half an hour now. He looks like he's almost out of strength...." After all, they were in Regal Glade. They wouldn't let Mrs. Melody's relative drown here.

Ronald was gently reminding them that perhaps it was time to let things go.

Alfred put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes. "If he's so keen on digging up a gold mine, drowning would serve him right."

Ronald didn't speak. He wisely kept any further comments to himself.

Edward's gaze remained distant, his proud eyes half-lidded. "Fine. Pull him out before he drowns.

Oh... what a tricky task that's going to be.

Still, as Regal Glade's top butler, he merely bowed respectfully. "Understood. Mr. Edward."

In the icy lake, Timothy was moving purely by instinct now, groping his way through the cold, deep water. His face and body were scraped by rough strands of aquatic plants, but it was as if he no longer felt pain. Each time he surfaced for air, he'd look hopefully toward the shore, scanning the faces one by one, searching for even the slightest glimpse of Melody's familiar figure.

However, his strength was fading, and his vision became increasingly blurry.

vessels in his eyes were

for the last time, he choked on

several bodyguards surrounding him, but they stayed back as if waiting

he plunged

sign of him coming out of the water again for a

called out urgently "Hurry! Mr.

17/3

+10 The Coins

Is The Key

waiting in the water, finally dove

at the bottom, tangled in the aquatic plants, slowly

pulled Timothy back from the brink

they dragged him onto the Tea Pavillion, the doctor who had

compressions, Timothy's chest heaved heavily, and he sputtered out a mouthful

crowd stepped back, creating space

weakly on the deck, Timothy's lips trembled faintly, pale and devoid of color, yet he continued to struggle for

emerged from his throat, and the words he managed to utter were weak and disjointed,

a serious expression, he leaned in, scrutinizing the trembling lips. "Tell me," he demanded earnestly. "Where's the key to the

silent, exchanging bewildered

Alfred's question. His expression grew more

palpable; his

straining to catch the words.

of those words, Alfred slapped his thighs, a grin breaking across his face. "Haha!

"Quick, let's see it!