Chapter 972
“When you’ve repaid the sins you carry, only then will I let you meet your maker!
The pain you’ve caused my mother, the harm you’ve done to Elijah, and the wounds you’ve inflicted on Kelsey and Phineas’s family… I’ll make sure you suffer tenfold for each one!
Gideon, your days of living the high life are over. Welcome to your nightmare p>
Tarquin’s voice was as cold as an Arctic blast, his expression as unforgiving as a winter storm.
Gideon gasped for air, his breaths coming in ragged heaves before he suddenly coughed up blood and passed out.
“Sir, sir p>
Tarquin glared at his right-hand man,
“I don’t want him dead. Not yet. If he dies now, you’ll be the one to pay p>
His aide, terrified, dropped to his knees with a thud, not daring to meet Tarquin’s icy stare, “Yes, yes, of course p>
Tarquin looked over at Gideon, lying on the hospital bed battered and bruised, then turned his gaze to the night sky. A few bright stars twinkled above, as if dancing in joy.
Could it be Elizabeth and Kelsey cheering from above p>
When Tarquin left the hospital room, he only saw Elysia and Verity.
The rest had apparently dashed off to the dermatologist!
Seeing him, Elysia quickly stood and walked over, with Verity cautiously following.
Tarquin gave Verity a cryptic look but didn’t engage, instead taking Elysia’s hand.
“Let’s go home p>
Elysia studied his face, “Are you alright p>
“Yeah, I feel better now p>
Elysia sighed in relief, “Is everything settled with Evan p>
“Don’t worry. Gideon won’t be causing any more trouble p>
Elysia glanced back towards the hospital room and nodded, “Then let’s head home p>
“Alright p>
As the couple prepared to leave, Verity called out, “Elysia p>
Her expression was complicated, pleading.
Elysia knew what she wanted, “I haven’t forgotten what you said p>
Verity nodded quickly, “Thank you. Call me anytime p>
“Will do p>
In the elevator, before Tarquin could ask, Elysia spoke up,
“Did you know she has a son p>
Tarquin’s eyes narrowed, “Verity has a son p>
“Yes. She told me herself p>
“She’s asking for help, hoping you’d spare her son p>
Tarquin was puzzled, “Her son has dealings with me p>
“Not yet, but it seems he will. She mentioned he’s been misled by his foster parents, intent on coming back to fight you for the inheritance p>
Tarquin: p>
“She says she kept her son away for his safety, wanting no ties with the Bradfords. She knows he stands no chance against you but can’t persuade him otherwise. She’s worried about his safety, which is why she came to me, hoping I could intercede on her behalf p>
“Younger than you p>
Tarquin pursed his lips,
“Her husband died thirty years ago. Whose child is this twenty-something-year-old p>
Elysia froze, “Her husband died thirty years ago p>
“Yes, he’s been gone for thirty years p>
Elysia was shocked, “She didn’t mention that to me p>
“She… she mentioned the killer of my parents p>
Tarquin’s expression visibly darkened.
He looked down at Elysia, his brows furrowed, “She knows who the killer is p>