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“Okay.” With her work for the afternoon wrapped up, she found herself with nothing to do while waiting for Andrew’s return. Rather than stand idly, she struck up a conversation with the veteran.
Even after leaving the service, veterans maintained their own close-knit circles, staying up to date on military affairs. This particular veteran, after chatting for a while, eventually steered the conversation toward Andrew’s lineage.
“I served under Commander Thatcher back in the day. Of course, back then, he was just a general. At the time, the military region was divided into two major corps: the ‘Denby Army,’ which we belonged to, and General Rocco Travis’s ‘Rocco Army.’ One was the stable, traditional faction, the other a more radical force.”
Isabella rarely heard such stories and found herself intrigued, settling into her seat as the veteran continued.
“In the end, the two corps merged into one. General Thatcher was promoted to Chief Commander, and General Travis was assigned as his deputy. We all thought this would be the perfect balance—combining the best of both factions. But as it turned out, when all was said and done, only Commander Thatcher remained…”
Isabella listened intently as the veteran spoke, piecing together fragments of Denby’s past. The military, however, had its own strict protocols, so the veteran refrained from revealing any sensitive details. Despite this, the bits of insight he did share were more than enough for Isabella.
Andrew followed Elton to the northwest corner of the military compound, his sharp gaze locking onto Elton’s car, which was parked right in front of Rocco’s residence.
The military had complete control over surveillance in this sector. Any further movement would be caught on camera without question.
Just then, Andrew’s phone vibrated. Isabella’s message lit up the screen. He pulled over, took in the scene one last time, then turned the car around and headed back to the hospital.
“Honey, you’re back!”
The moment Isabella spotted Andrew stepping into the corridor, her eyes gleamed with warmth. She quickly rose from the bench, her excitement unmistakable.
Sensing the moment, the veteran offered Andrew a brief nod before tactfully excusing himself.
Andrew walked up to Isabella, his gaze softening as he took her in.
“Are you tired? Want me to take you out for something good?”
Right on cue, Isabella’s stomach let out a small but undeniable growl. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she sheepishly scratched her forehead with her index finger.
“I wasn’t even hungry until you mentioned it, and now…”
Andrew couldn’t help but find her reaction utterly endearing.
With a fond smile, he reached out and tousled her hair affectionately.
“My darling, you’ve been working so hard today, and you did a great job. I came back too late—so as an apology, how about I treat you to a milkshake before dinner?”
As he spoke, he pulled his other hand from behind his back, revealing a cup of milkshake—the exact flavor Isabella had been wanting.
“WOW!”
Her embarrassment melted away, replaced by delighted surprise. She eagerly took the cup from Andrew, her heart warming at his thoughtfulness.
“Enjoy it.” Andrew helped her insert the straw.
“Okay, thank you, honey.”
Isabella took a sip, savoring the creamy richness of the milkshake and the velvety textures of various toppings, satisfying her taste buds instantly.
“How is it?”
“Great!” she exclaimed, flashing a beaming smile of approval.
Andrew’s lips curled into a fond smile as he took her other hand in his.
“Let’s head to the restaurant now. I already made a reservation.”
“Okay.”
Isabella sipped her milkshake as they walked, chatting and laughing along the way. So caught up in the moment, she completely forgot to ask Andrew about his whereabouts that afternoon.
Later that night, after they returned from dinner, Isabella stepped into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Andrew’s thoughts drifted back to what he had seen earlier.
Without hesitation, he picked up his phone, dialing his subordinate’s number.
“Investigate Elton. Focus on his social connections.”
“Yes, sir.”
The late autumn wind howled through the long, unkempt weeds, their dry stalks rustling restlessly in the darkened yard of the house in the northwest corner of the military compound.
Inside the house, the lights burned steadily. Elton was still there. His eyes rested on Rocco, who leaned heavily on his cane, his movements slow and stiff with strain.
“I didn’t expect your injury back then to leave you with a lifelong ailment, General Travis.”
Rocco had just stepped out of the restroom when he heard Elton’s words. His steps faltered, and his gaze hardened.
“From the moment you walked in and opened your mouth, I told you—I’m not a general anymore. Denby personally trained you. How can you be so forgetful?”
Elton straightened slightly, resting his hands on his knees.
“I guess I’m just used to calling you that. You were my senior, after all. If I’ve done something wrong, go ahead and reprimand me—but don’t pin it on the commander. I wouldn’t dare let him take the blame for it.”
To the outside world, Elton and Denby always presented a united front. But here, in front of Rocco, Elton was deliberately drawing a line between them. A calculated move—one Rocco caught onto instantly. Rocco had once commanded an independent regiment, a man who had matched Denby in both rank and power.
He had seen it all.
Every little maneuver, every subtle shift in tone—he caught it all.
Once upon a time, Rocco would have turned a blind eye to such things. He had learned not to get entangled in matters that weren’t worth his energy.
But tonight was different. His patience had worn thin. Elton’s presence was a constant, grating reminder of how he had ended up like this—injured, sidelined, and stripped of what was once his.
He had no interest in playing this game anymore.
“Alright, Elton. You’ve been hanging around here all afternoon. Just lay your cards on the table already. And don’t bother imitating Denby’s calm composure. You’re not fooling anyone—you’re just being annoying.”
Since the moment he had stepped into Rocco’s house, Elton had been testing the waters, probing for a reaction.
He knew Rocco and Denby had once been equals. Half of the regiment had served under Rocco’s command. If there was anyone who could still challenge Denby’s dominance, it was him.
But there can’t be two captains on the same ship. A regiment couldn’t afford two leaders with conflicting views. Rocco had made a misstep. And Denby had made sure he paid the price for it.
Elton couldn’t bring himself to believe Rocco harbored no ill will toward Denby.
The age-old wisdom rang true—an enemy’s enemy was a friend. As Elton plotted to outmaneuver Andrew and wrest control from Denby’s iron grip, Rocco emerged as the perfect pawn in his scheme.
After all, Rocco was the embodiment of ruthless ambition, willing to sacrifice anything to scale the heights of power.
Though fate had dealt him a cruel hand, leaving him without both legs,
Elton knew that years of confinement had only stoked the flames of Rocco’s suppressed desires. The bitterness and thwarted ambition must have festered in his heart, growing more potent with each passing day.
Studying Rocco’s current state, Elton felt a surge of satisfaction.
“It’s nothing,” he began casually.
“It’s just that I saw the Commander today. He seemed rather unwell. Upon inquiry, I learned it was related to that incident where you were both injured. It brought back certain memories, and I thought you might shed some light on the matter.”
Rocco reclined in his seat of authority, regarding Elton with calculated interest.
Elton’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Here’s the situation: There’s been talk of a miracle worker, a doctor named Mia, whose medical prowess borders on the supernatural. I’m considering extending an invitation on behalf of the military region for her to treat the Commander’s lingering ailments. However, securing Mia’s services proves challenging. While she might be the only one capable of healing both the Commander’s afflictions and your injuries, your current predicament presents a dilemma… As long as the Commander maintains his position, your confinement order remains unshakeable.”
In those days, Rocco’s defiance of military protocol had resulted in his demotion and imprisonment here, forever bound by surveillance, with a tracking bracelet serving as his constant reminder of captivity. This fortress had become his cage—neither could he leave, nor could others enter.
Elton’s presence was solely justified by his clearance to access the surveillance footage, leaving him unfazed by any potential consequences.
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