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Chapter 213 Where Is The Key Vault?

When he heard that his sister–in–law was named Melody Tucker, he wasn’t surprised.

Some people who have been planning for too long should always get what they want.

Edward ignored Alfred’s self–centered little musings, his gaze lazily drifting toward the man still diving up and down in the frigid lake. His eyes held a faint, cold hint of mockery.

Noticing this, Ronald hurriedly stepped forward. “Mr. Edward, Mr. Shield has been soaking in the cold lake for nearly half an hour now. He looks like he’s almost out of strength….”

After all, they were in Regal Glade. They wouldn’t let Mrs. Melody’s relative drown here.

Ronald was gently reminding them that perhaps it was time to let things go.

Alfred put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes. “If he’s so keen on digging up a gold mine, drowning would serve him right.”

Ronald didn’t speak. He wisely kept any further comments to himself.

Edward’s gaze remained distant, his proud eyes half–lidded. “Fine. Pull him out before he drowns.

Oh… what a tricky task that’s going to be.

Still, as Regal Glade’s top butler, he merely bowed respectfully. “Understood. Mr. Edward.”

In the icy lake, Timothy was moving purely by instinct now, groping his way through the cold, deep water. His face and body were scraped by rough strands of aquatic plants, but it was as if he no longer felt pain.

Each time he surfaced for air, he’d look hopefully toward the shore, scanning the faces one by one, searching for even the slightest glimpse of Melody’s familiar figure.

However, his strength was fading, and his vision became increasingly blurry.

His consciousness slipped away with each passing moment. The blood vessels in his eyes were tightening like a vice, as if they were about to pop.

As he broke the surface for the last time, he choked on mouthful of water.

It was then he noticed the silhouettes of several bodyguards surrounding him, but they stayed back as if waiting for him to exhaust his strength completely before making their move to rescue him.

He ignored them.

Holding his breath, he plunged back under the water.

This time, no one saw any sign of him coming out of the water again for a long time.

Ronald’s heart sinks. “Not good!” he called out urgently “Hurry! Mr. Shield is about to drown! Save him!”

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Chapter 213 Where Is The Key Vault?

The bodyguards, who had been waiting in the water, finally dove in, expertly coordinating their movements to retrieve him.

They quickly spotted Timothy at the bottom, tangled in the aquatic plants, slowly sinking further down.

Working together withy practiced efficiency, they pulled Timothy back from the brink of death.

Once they dragged him onto the Tea Pavillion, the doctor who had been waiting on the shore rushed over to administer emergency aid.

After a series of rigorous chest compressions, Timothy’s chest heaved heavily, and he sputtered out a mouthful of water.

The crowd stepped back, creating space for him to breathe.

Lying weakly on the deck, Timothy’s lips trembled faintly, pale and devoid of color, yet he continued to struggle for air.

A raspy sound emerged from his throat, and the words he managed to utter were weak and disjointed, almost indecipherable.

Alfred, ever the curious one, broke through the crowd and leaned closer, pressing his palm against Timothy’s chest. With a serious expression, he leaned in, scrutinizing the trembling lips. “Tell me,” he demanded earnestly.

“Where’s the key to the vault?”

The crowd fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.

However, Timothy was drifting further away from consciousness, barely registering Alfred’s question. His expression grew more desperate, his voice barely a whisper. “Mel, I found it….

His weakness was palpable; his voice faded to a whisper

Alfred leaned in closer, straining to catch the words. “Found what?”

At the sound of those words, Alfred slapped his thighs, a grin breaking across his face. “Haha! You little rascal, you really are something!”

“Quick, let’s see it!

Timothy felt as if a thin fog had settled over his vision, yet through the haze, he could make out the gentle, anxious figure of Melody trying to save him. A flicker of a smile appeared in his eyes.

He opened his blood–stained and numb hand with a great effort.

Then he revealed a small piece of a shattered blood jade, its edges jagged and rough, presenting it to Alfred as if it were a treasure. “Look, it belongs to… belongs to Mel!”

Alfred frowned as he took in the broken piece of blood jade that Timothy offered. He smacked the arm that held it out, frustration bubbling up. “Not that!”