The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter

141

The person remained the same, but the voice suddenly shifted several tones, becoming rough and unrecognizable. The face that appeared bore no resemblance to Byron at all; it was utterly ordinary.

Karen shot him an impatient glance. "Are you a statue or something? Hurry up and get a doctor! My nose is broken! Are you taking responsibility for this?"

She bellowed inwardly, Apart from being able to mimic Byron's voice, he's utterly useless!

The bodyguard quickly replied. "I'll go get someone right now!"

By the time Lydia received the news and rushed over, Karen had already unleashed her fury on the doctors nearby. "What do you mean my nose will be crooked even if it heals? You're all aseless! Can't you fix something as minor as this? Why don't you just drop dead? If something happens to my nose, I'll make sure you never work again and end up begging on the streets! Quacks! Useless!"

Lydia noticed the doctors' uncomfortable expressions and asked them to leave before turning to Karen. "What happened? How did your nose end up like this?"

Karen collapsed into her mother's arms, crying.

As she heard the story. Lydia's expression turned cold. "That little brat dared to mess with your face? She has no idea what she's up against! Is she admitting to it?"

"She's stubborn as a mule! The evidence is all there, but she won't admit to it!" Karen gritted her teeth. "Mom, Byron always disappears around this time of year, and I have no idea where he goes or when he'll be back. If he comes back and finds out what happened to Marve..."

"What are you worried about!" Lydia asked calmly. "Byron always returns in a foul mood after disappearing. Even Gilbert's words can't sway him. You think Maeve will have a good outcome if she confronts him?" The mother-daughter duo had meticulously planned everything, so they dared to set up this trap.

"With Byron's debt to your father, who do you think he'll stand by, you or Maeve?" Lydia said earnestly.

Karen immediately perked up. "Of course it's me!"

the bodyguard who can imitate Byron's voice mock her daily, so she can

just... get rid of her?

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shot her a disapproving look. "Are you stupid? If we kill her, even if Byron lets us off easy because of your father, do you really think there won't be resentment? That's a

looked satisfied, thinking. My little girl might be a bit dumb, but

stealthily taken from Karen's pocket during the chaos and, using her body for -cover, sent a message to Bonnie. [Help me.

longer hold on and fell back into

in a hospital room. Bonnie and Alex stood by her bedside, worry etched across their faces.

voice was hoarse and painful. "Did you get me

Bonnie's face. "Maeve, don't be scared! You're safe

for this

police barged into that basement and found Maeve bloodied and unconscious,

pale, injured face and wanted to reach out to wipe the cold sweat from her, but he hesitated. clenching his

Bonnie asked when she saw Marve remain silent, worry creeping into her voice. "The doctor said you have a mild concussion. Do you still feel dizzy?" Not just a concussion; Maeve had bruises on her abdomen, and the cut on her cheek needed immediate care or it would

head lightly. T'm fine. Don't worry about me." She could no longer tell what hurt more, her body or

you still want to act tough? Bonnie cried. "I'm going

shortly after and examined Maeve. "Ms. Reese. Do you feel

Maeve shook her head.

need to rest in bed and avoid moving for now.

replied, "Thank you,

the police entered the room to ask Maeve some routine questions. When asked who had kidnapped her, she fell

clearly. I'm not

Byron-not because she wanted to protect him, but because she hadn't seen his face clearly that day. She couldn't identify him just by his voice and scent. Given this uncertainty, she kept that part to

why they