Chapter 1003
Tarquin’s brows furrowed deeply, his heart aching for her.
No matter where he was or whose territory it was, causing his darling Elysia sorrow was simply unacceptable.
Though he had no prior connections with the Hawkins family, Elysia was Clayton’s daughter, which made him Clayton’s son-in-law by default!
In his eyes, a son-in-law was as good as a son, and the affairs of the Hawkins family were now his business!
He couldn’t care less about the saying “even a mighty dragon cannot suppress a local snake” or about being outnumbered. His guiding principle was simple:
Whatever makes my wife happy, I’ll do.
Those who bring joy to his wife were allies.
And those who brought her sorrow were enemies!
Over in Oceanopolis, Helen suddenly received the news that Clayton was on his way home, nearly there.
She immediately ceased her actions, glaring at Pamela who was on the verge of passing out from pain, and ordered the servants,
“Carry her to her bedroom! Leave the mess on the floor for now, and get Dr. White here ASAP p>
After issuing her commands, she began fixing her hair and clothes p>
Soon, Clayton arrived in a whirlwind of haste.
He had received a call from the maid, informing him that Pamela had suffered another episode, which is why he rushed back so urgently.
Upon entering the house, the first thing he saw was the bloodstains and shattered ceramics on the floor, causing his brow to furrow deeply as he inquired anxiously,
“Where’s Pamela p>
The maid waiting at the foot of the stairs, tears in her eyes, said:
“Madam is in the bedroom, sir. Helen is up there taking care of her p>
Not bothering to change his shoes, Clayton hurried upstairs, asking as he went,
“What happened all of a sudden? Wasn’t she fine when she went to the docks today p>
“Yes, sir, madam spent the entire day at the docks without issue. She returned and, as usual, went to Miss’s room, but for some reason, she came rushing down not long after, crying and looking for Miss.
The more we tried to calm her, the more agitated she became, throwing cups and lashing out at us. She didn’t just hit us; she harmed herself too. We struggled to get her up to her bedroom p>
With his brows knitted tightly together, Clayton ascended the stairs two at a time, filled with urgency.
Pushing open the master bedroom door, the first thing he saw was Helen.
She stood by the bed, wiping away tears, lamenting,
“Why does she torment herself so? Can’t the heavens show some mercy to Pamela? Losing her daughter was hard enough, and now she’s afflicted with this madness p>
Clayton, with his brow furrowed, stepped forward, “Pamela p>
Helen quickly looked up at him, a flicker of joy in her gaze.
Clayton, standing over six feet tall, was once known as the most handsome man in Oceanopolis.
His years as a Marine, followed by time spent at a military academy, only added to his allure.
Back in the day, his military uniform and commanding presence had captivated countless women in Oceanopolis.
Helen was among them.
She had harbored a secret love for Clayton, hoping to marry him, but Clayton had eyes only for Pamela, insisting on marrying no one but her! So, Helen ended up marrying Carl, a man who thought with everything but his brain.
Now in his fifties, Clayton’s presence had not diminished.
Traveling frequently for work had tanned his skin to a bronze hue, making him look even healthier and more rugged-a true embodiment of masculinity.
Helen’s heart still fluttered for him. She tried to squeeze out a few more tears, hoping to gain Clayton’s sympathy,
“Clayton, you’re back. Pamela… she’s had another episode p>
Clayton spared her not a single glance, nor did he acknowledge her, his brow furrowed as he approached the bed.
Seeing Pamela, covered in scars and wounds, his eyes instantly reddened.
He knelt by the bed, wanting to grasp Pamela’s hand tightly but afraid of causing her pain, so he gently touched her, letting her feel his presence, “Pamela, I’m here p>