Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband by Erin Green

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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.

in his eyes were tightening like a vice,

last time, he

if

he plunged

coming out of the water again

sinks. "Not good!" he called out urgently "Hurry! Mr. Shield is about to drown!

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water, finally dove in, expertly coordinating their

bottom, tangled in the aquatic plants, slowly sinking further

together withy practiced efficiency, they pulled Timothy back from the

dragged him onto the Tea Pavillion, the doctor who had been waiting on the shore rushed over

a series of rigorous chest compressions, Timothy's chest heaved heavily, and he

crowd stepped back, creating space for

lips trembled faintly, pale and devoid of

raspy sound emerged from his throat, and the words he managed

the curious one, broke through the crowd and leaned closer, pressing his palm against Timothy's chest. With a serious

silent, exchanging bewildered

registering Alfred's question. His expression grew more desperate, his voice

was palpable; his voice faded

straining to catch the words. "Found

his thighs, a grin breaking across

"Quick, let's see it!