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“We’ll need to handle these situations more delicately moving forward,” she told the director.
“Let’s conclude for today—something’s come up. You can head back now.”
The director’s gaze flickered between Isabella and Andrew, understanding dawning on his face. With a knowing nod, he ushered his team away.
As the group retreated, Isabella approached Andrew.
“Darling, what brings you all the way out here?”
As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang. Denby’s name flashed across the screen.
“Isabella, Zenis Road…”
Denby’s voice came through weak and urgent before disappearing abruptly. Isabella’s brow furrowed as she stared at her phone’s screen, now showing the disconnected call.
At the same moment, Andrew’s secretary called.
“Mr. Klein, we’ve received an urgent call from Commander Thatcher’s driver. Commander Thatcher has suffered a sudden medical emergency and is being rushed to the hospital…”
“How could this happen?”
Isabella studied Andrew’s face, noting his furrowed brow and the distant look in his eyes that suggested his mind was racing through possibilities.
“Andrew, we should head to the hospital and check on Denby,” Isabella suggested.
“Okay,” Andrew replied.
Seeing the tension radiating from Andrew’s body, Isabella made a quick decision. She gestured for the bodyguard to take the wheel while she joined Andrew in the backseat, ready to provide whatever support he might need during the drive.
Denby had just uttered the words: Zenis Road. Isabella’s mind churned. Had Andrew overheard them? According to Denby, this was the very road where Andrew’s mother had died.
And now, Denby brought it up once again. Had he uncovered something new?
Then, he was rushed to the hospital. A cold dread settled over Isabella. The very thing she had feared the most had happened.
Today, Elton had taken the day off for a single purpose—to visit a friend in the hospital.
Standing before the mirror, dressed sharply, he gave himself a once-over before glancing at the clock.
It was time. The exact moment he and Rocco’s men had agreed upon. As he thought about the plan, a flicker of anticipation sparked in his gaze.
Rocco’s men—his battle-worn comrades—were reckless and short-tempered, men who had no grasp of restraint. After enduring punishment alongside Rocco, most of them had fallen on hard times. They, along with their families, bore a deep, festering grudge against Denby.
Now, a rare opportunity had presented itself, one that could change their fates. Not a single one of them turned it down.
Elton’s reflection stared back at him, his eyes gleaming with a shrewd, calculating light.
When he reached out to these men, he had kept his identity a secret, intending to use them as mere pawns. Once his plan succeeded, they would take the fall in his place.
Alvina and Andrew—the two obstacles in his path—after today, they would be nothing but dust beneath his feet.
Elton left his house, climbed into his car, and started the engine. By now, those men should have already begun targeting Isabella, using her as bait to deal with Andrew.
Elton had full confidence in their efficiency. But as he drove toward the hospital, his route took him down Zenis Road, and what he saw sent an ice-cold jolt through him.
His chest tightened. The men who were supposed to be taking care of Isabella and Andrew were right there!
And even more shocking, Denby stood before them, facing them head-on.
Panic slammed into Elton. He hadn’t accounted for this.
His hands gripped the wheel as he instinctively hit the brakes. Without a second thought, he twisted the car around and sped toward them, his gaze locking onto Denby and the others. There was only one thought in his mind—he had to stop them from talking!
When Elton first contacted Rocco’s men, years of buried resentment had surged within them.
But while they weren’t the smartest, they weren’t complete fools either. They had no intention of blindly following Elton’s orders and going after Isabella and Andrew.
After Rocco had been punished, he had given them one directive—don’t act on old grudges recklessly. Instead, use every opportunity to secure something even greater.
So, they played along with Elton, pretending to accept his plan while extracting every detail they could. They studied Denby’s schedule, mapped out their moves, and then—went straight to him.
On Zenis Road, Denby eyed the men who had stopped his car, their expressions laced with urgency.
“What do you want to say?” The leader stepped forward.
“Commander Thatcher, we have a report to file against someone.” He pulled out a folded slip of paper and handed it over.
Denby unfolded it, his eyes scanning the handwriting. In that instant, his breath hitched.
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That writing… Back when he had investigated Alvina’s death, the note that led to her demise—the one that contained the wrong information—had this very same handwriting. And now, it had appeared again.
The man continued, “We were bribed by this person to target a woman named Isabella and Andrew. But the thing is—those two have done us a great favor.”
Each of them bore the lingering effects of past injuries.
Though they had never been treated directly by Isabella, the doctors at the Patton family’s hospital—who had learned from her—had healed their wounds, free of charge.
Curious, they had asked the doctors why. That was when they learned about Isabella’s teachings, her training methods, and the new policy that granted free medical care to veterans who could prove their service.
These men had once lived by a strict code of loyalty and brotherhood. Rocco had instilled that in them. How could they turn around and betray the very woman who had unknowingly saved them?
Denby hadn’t expected to stumble upon a clue about his daughter’s death in this way.
He studied the men, his voice firm.
“The person who contacted you—did they have any distinct features?”
The leader answered without hesitation, “He’s left-handed. These words were written with his left hand.”
Left-handed?
Denby’s brows knitted together as he sifted through his memories, trying to recall anyone he knew who was left-handed.
Just then, a sharp screech tore through the air. Denby’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto the approaching car. His eyes widened in an instant.
Elton. As the younger man stepped out of the vehicle, a long-buried memory surfaced in Denby’s mind.
Years ago, Elton and Alvina had been put through rigorous drills together. Elton’s natural inclination had always been to use his left hand. But Alvina had advised him to train with his right, to avoid leaving behind identifiable traces—a necessity for carrying out missions.
For years, Elton had adapted, disguising his natural tendency. But at his core, he was left-handed.
The realization crashed over Denby like a tidal wave. The person responsible for Alvina’s death… The one who had tried to take down Isabella and Andrew… It was Elton.
“Commander Thatcher, are you okay? Who are they?”
Elton strode closer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he sized up the men before Denby.
The men missed the veiled ruthlessness in Elton’s gaze, but Denby caught it instantly. Having watched the young man grow up, he knew every nuance of Elton’s expressions.
In that moment, the truth struck Denby like a thunderbolt—Elton was the puppeteer behind it all.
Ice-cold realization crept down his spine as years of investigation crystallized into a bitter truth: the enemy he’d hunted for so long had been right under his nose. The shocking betrayal sent daggers of pain shooting through his skull.
“Commander Thatcher, what’s wrong?”
The men failed to recognize Elton as the mysterious person who contacted them, seeing him only as Denby’s subordinate. Seeing Denby suddenly clutch his head, they were concerned.
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