Chapter 688
Everything happened too quickly.
Morwen stared blankly down at the blood–stained blade now protruding from her chest.
The blade pierced through her back, its sharp tip gleaming as it protruded from her chest. Blood gushed forth like a fountain. The searing pain came in delayed waves, overwhelming her senses.
Morwen was stunned, and she turned around in disbelief.
Behind her stood the woman who should have been in a coma, her expression brimming with hostility. Her gaze was filled with ferocity and resentment.
Morwen could not comprehend why she had been targeted. She had no grievance with the woman.
But as her gaze shifted, the realization dawned. Morwen was not the true target. This hatred was meant for Tiffany. She had simply become collateral damage, the unfortunate scapegoat.
Unable to utter a single word, Morwen’s eyes widened in shock as she collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
The woman, seemingly undeterred, reached out toward Tiffany once more. Her voice was hoarse and grating as she growled, “Die!”
Before she could even get close, an abrupt gust of wind erupted in the room, tossing her back with brutal force. She slammed into the wall, crumpling in pain, her body curling instinctively against the impact.
Kajus rushed to her side, shouting, “Cecilia, are you all right?”
Cecilia coughed up a mouthful of blood, her left arm hanging limply, clearly dislocated. Yet her face remained twisted in rage, and she stared at Tiffany with hatred.
“Why are you still alive? Why?” Cecilia’s voice dripped with malice.
Tiffany was momentarily stunned. The woman sounded like she knew her.
Tiffany frowned. “Do I know you?” She searched her memories but found no trace of such a person.
Cecilia laughed coldly. “You ruined me! You’re acting arrogant and smug because you have Mr. Hampton backing you!”
Tiffany’s face remained impassive as she turned to Kajus. “Did she suffer some mental trauma? Or is she just pretending to be a mad woman?”
Kajus furrowed his brows, gently lifting Cecilia. In a low voice, he said, “Cecilia, you’ve made a mistake. She’s the one who saved you, not the enemy you’re looking for.”
“No! It’s her! I could never mistake her!” Cecilia’s voice rose in desperation.
Just as she was about to scream another name, her throat suddenly constricted as though an invisible hand gripped it, silencing her completely.
She lifted her gaze to meet Richard’s cold stare.
Cecilia froze, a shiver racing down her spine.
The sheer intensity of his killing intent was suffocating like a blade poised to strike at any moment.
Trembling, she shrank into Kajus’s arms, her lips barely forming the words. “Take me away. Please, take me away.”
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Kajus noticed her pantic Without hesitation, he carried her to the window and leaped out
Tiffany made no move to stop them, but just before Cecilia vanished, Tiffany caught her saying one final message. “I will find you, Jennie Vallgren.”
Tiffany thought. Jennie Vallgren? Who is Jennie Vallgren?
Silence fell over the room once more.
Tiffany stood still, unaffected by the threats. But as she thought about the woman’s eyes, a faint yet inexplicable sense of familiarity stirred within her.
An clusive memory flickered briefly in her mind but vanished before she could grasp it.
She turned to Richard and asked, “Does she know me?” If so, Cecilia wouldn’t call her by the wrong name.
“No,” Richard answered decisively, his tone leaving no room for doubt,
But something about his quick denial felt off as if he were trying to conceal the truth.
A creeping unease settled over Tiffany as her thoughts spiraled.
Sensing her turmoil, Richard drew her into his arms, his voice soft and reassuring. “Don’t overthink it. She’s just a lunatic. She won’t pose a threat.”
Tiffany remained silent and nodded.
Before leaving, they made a quick call to have Morwen’s body taken away.
The knife had pierced straight through her chest. It was a fatal wound even the best doctors could not remedy.
Letting her die this quickly seemed almost merciful.
Back at the Azure Sea Royal Family’s estate, Tiffany laid everything bare to Deacon.
“Grandpa, do you really think I can’t protect myself?” Tiffany sighed, exasperated.
She couldn’t fathom how her usually sharp and resourceful grandfather could lose his composure over her safety. While she’d faced countless threats and dangers before, Deacon still saw her as a delicate flower needing constant shelter. Not wanting to alarm him with the full truth, Tiffany smiled and reassured him, “Trust me. No one can hurt me.” Deacon nodded reluctantly, tears glistening in his eyes as his face showed a trace of meekness. “Understood…”
His response resembled that of a scolded child. His grand stature as the Azure Sea King was replaced by vulnerability.
Ultimately, it was his way of trying to make amends for the past.
Losing Tiffany years ago had left him riddled with guilt. When Kajus manipulated him with threats, he almost felt a twisted sense of relief. He thought he finally had a chance to do something for his beloved granddaughter.
Tiffany
was both amused and exasperated.
“In the future, just tell me everything right away. And remember, your granddaughter isn’t as fragile as you think,” she teased lightly.
Deacon replied, “All right.”
Feeling reassured, Tiffany left behind a supply of medicinal tonics to bolster his health, then gave Jeremy a series of
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instructions before preparing to depart.
Deacon’s face fell with disappointment. “Leaving already? You just got here!”
“Yes, there’s something I need to handle,” Tiffany replied.
In truth, Tiffany wanted to get back and interrogate the Treasure Box. She needed answers about Cecilia.
She had a strong feeling that there was some kind of connection between them.
She felt anxious, almost wishing she could fly out immediately and uncover the truth.
Deacon tried to convince Tiffany to stay, but her determination was
shakable.
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Resigned, he decided on a plan of his own. Once his current affairs were settled, he’d personally visit Lovell City to surprise her.
Missing her wedding was a regret Deacon would carry forever, but he’d make it up with something special this time.
Deacon made up his mid! He watched Tiffany leave with a lighter heart and even a hint of a smile.
By 3 pm, Tiffany and Richard boarded a private plane.
When they landed at Royal Bay at 6:30 pm, dusk had already fallen. The winter made the days shorter.
Tiffany yawned as she got off the plane. Having received advance notice, John was already waiting at the hillside landing strip with a group of people.
“Mr. Hampton, Mrs. Hampton, you’re finally back!” John greeted them with palpable relief and joy.
The past days had been a whirlwind of chaos as they’d together was a weight off their collective shoulders.
“Yes,” Richard responded.
Coured Lovell City for any trace of Richard. Seeing the two return
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