Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 420: Error ❌❌❌

Rosemary's eyes flew wide in shock. Could she truly possess an aunt unknown to her?

She observed Mr. Elliot's face turning beet-red like a tomato, neck veins throbbing prominently, eyes nearly rolling back from the strangling grip.

"Enough," Bard's voice sliced through the heavy tension like a sharp blade.

Locating his wife was crucial for him right now.

Survival seemed impossible for her.

They had scoured every corner of the terrain back then, yet discovered no sign of her.

Once the henchman loosened his hold, Mr. Elliot gulped in air desperately, needing time to regain his breath before uttering a word.

"Sir, your wife plunged off that cliff years ago, with the ocean right beneath. Sir, your men hunted through the waves for more than a month without locating her corpse. In reality, she landed on a tree instead of the sea. Severely wounded and out cold, I transported her to Alexander’s domain."

Upon hearing those words, Bard leaped up and demanded the basement entrance be thrown wide.

Charging inside, he booted Mr. Elliot down and seized his collar with raging force.

"You were aware of her immense importance to me, yet hid it from me all this time and boldly dispatched her elsewhere. You'll rue the day you defied me!"

Imagining his wife held at Alexander’s stabbed his heart like a dagger.

Mr. Elliot grasped the severity of his deeds, sharing Bard’s profound grief despite his obligation to follow orders.

Whatever the master demanded, he executed without question.

Shaking uncontrollably, Mr. Elliot revealed,

"At first, Alexander aimed to exploit your wife as a bargaining chip, intending to torment and shatter you by seizing your cherished one. But he grew enamored with her and refused to release her."

"What did you just say?" Bard teetered on the edge of madness in fury, fists balled tight, poised to unleash a blow.

"Alexander has honored your wife completely. He never touched her, I vow," Mr. Elliot begged in haste.

"Should any harm have befallen her, I'll return to rip you apart piece by piece!"

Bard raged out of the basement, Rosemary shooting Mr. Elliot a look before hurrying after her uncle.

Never before had she witnessed such blazing anger in him.

"Uncle Bard, do you plan to challenge Alexander?" Rosemary questioned while they strode swiftly.

"Rose, the hospital's yours now. This night, I'm retrieving your aunt. Guard your grandpa well and keep those scavengers away from him," Bard instructed firmly, never slowing.

None of his men could be trusted anymore, save his niece.

She alone possessed the skill to safeguard Grandpa properly.

The revelation of his wife's survival might have ignited it, but Bard's gaze burned with iron determination and vengeful fire.

Resolute to reclaim her and enraged by Alexander's betrayal, he vowed merciless retribution.

Rosemary realized her uncle would spare no effort to punish Mr. Elliot for concealing her aunt's survival.

Dawnstar's tranquility ended this night.

Alexander's infamous 'kingdom' would soon fade from the world's whispers.

To shield her grandfather from Alexander’s forces, Rosemary chose to remain at the hospital overnight for vigilant protection.

The facility's guards paled in comparison to her prowess.

Umbrella clutched, she exited, spotting Gordon still parked in his vehicle, unwilling to leave.

Gordon startled at her sight, hopping out promptly to ask,

"Ms. Rose, what's happening? Mr. Bard rushed off, and now you're doing the same."

He sensed major events brewing, though details escaped him.

Rosemary met his stare directly.

"Why are you still here?"

Gordon peeked at her, then looked away.

"I'm injured. Gotta rest inside the car a moment."

"Uncle Bard’s wife lives on."

Rosemary held nothing back. Staring into his eyes, she stressed every syllable,

"Alexander holds her. Uncle Bard's off to claim her back. To stop their gang from raiding the hospital, I'm heading there to protect Grandpa."

"Mrs. Griffith survives? Is this real?"

Gordon reeled in shock. All those exhaustive searches years ago yielded nothing, and now she was with Alexander.

Tonight's reckoning wouldn't spare Alexander alone—his entire crew faced brutal doom.

Concealing such a massive truth from the boss... they courted death.

"Ms. Rose, allow me to drive you to the hospital," Gordon offered, snapping back to the present.

"No thanks. Uncle Bard told you to recuperate."

"One more hand tonight makes a difference—it's no ordinary evening. Grandpa comes first; no mistakes allowed. I'll join you and summon reinforcements to secure you and Mr. Darren," Gordon pressed, opening the door invitingly for her.

Impressed by his resolve, Rosemary slid into the car.

Gordon felt a spark of satisfaction and swiftly fired up the engine.

Only Rosemary and Gordon lingered in the hushed hospital room, amid the faint whir of clinical quiet.

Gordon sneaked a peek at her captivating side profile, pulse racing wildly. He looked away fast, tone tinged with anxiety.

"Ms. Rose, call on me for anything. Rest once the report's finished."

"I’m not tired."

"Want me to fetch water?"

"I’m not thirsty." Rosemary turned to the report's third page, eyes staying down.

"Perhaps some food delivery?"