The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 226

She had also firmly asked me not to destroy her childhood home.

I had nothing to do with this fire, of course. The newspaper article said it was a chimney flue malfunction that got out of hand.

But I knew how important that house was to Ella, as well as her mother’s only belongings, which were

likely nothing but ashes now. Ella probably already knew about the fire and was devastated.

Without hesitating, I stood and went straight to her room. Despite everything, this was a devastating blow. I wanted to comfort her and assure her not only that I was unrelated to this incident and would even help her look into it if she wished, but also that I was here for her. It was the least I could do.

However, when I arrived at her room, it was empty.

The guard’s mouth went slack when I opened the door to reveal that Ella was gone. “I–I don’t know how that happened, Sir!” he exclaimed. “The maid, Lilith I think her name was, said there was an incident in

the west wing-”

“So basically you’re telling me that you let a political prisoner escape.” My fury returned tenfold as I whirled on the guard, who began wagging his mouth and quite literally dropped to his knees before me.

I was angry at.

vanished. Innocent, my ass–why sneak out like that unless she was up to something? If she just wanted to visit her family home,

warning growl at the guard, I brushed past and immediately rushed out to my car. I was halfway down the driveway when the gates ahead swung open, and a familiar vehicle whipped into the driveway, coming to a screeching halt beside

rolled down to reveal Sophia’s

breathed, “thank the Goddess you’re here.

but I don’t have

cut me off. “We’re talking

“What about

exchanged panicked looks before Helen replied, “She went into premature labor. Sophia found her and brought her back to our house. You must

Holy fucking shit.

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John and Helen’s car and let them drive me to their home. The entire way there, my mind was a blur of conflicting thoughts: anger, fear, hatred,

giving birth to our baby. Prematurely.

implications weren’t lost on me. Both Ella’s and the baby’s lives could be in

I jumped out of the car and bolted inside. A trembling butler pointed at the second floor with a gloved hand, and I took the steps two at a time, rushing toward

screaming. Crying.