“It is very dangerous right now, ma'am. We have to go immediately to check out the young master and make sure he's totally alright, and if you follow us, it also means we have to protect you. Please, have faith, ma'am. We can't afford for anything to go wrong,” he said. Mrs. Claire didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not, but the only solution to the problem was to have a little bit of faith. At least, she couldn't do anything. She looked at Steve. “Make sure he's alright, Steve. I will be counting on you,” she said with a serious face. Steve was a bit reluctant to reply to her. “Y… yes, ma'am,” he finally replied, stepping backward a little. He was confused about what would happen. He didn't want to lie to the madam but he had no other choice but to do it that way. He was also feeling guilty that he had lied about Alaric's condition, and that he even said that he was telling the truth to her face. Somehow, guilt was burning him, even though
The commander heaved a sigh. “I respect the fact that you are so concerned about the young master, Mr. Steve, but you have to understand that it is safety first and we cannot do anything that will risk our safety,” the commander said. “If anything bad happens, we will have to protect you as well as the young master,” the commander said. “But…” “Trust me, Mr. Steve,” the commander said, with intense eyes. “He's all right.” Steve was having a hard time trusting that the young master would be alright because he was so worried about him and wanted to know how he was doing by himself, but he was also aware that the commander was telling the truth. He knew that it could be dangerous if anything were to happen and he would have to be protected as well as the young master. Even upon the thought, he was still bothered about how Alaric was doing and wanted to go check on him. “I understand what you're trying to say, commander, but I am still worried about the young master. I am so used to b
“Young master Alaric didn't tell us about any personal beef with the criminal. We also need to find Ms. Evelyn,” the commander said. Steve's jaw dropped. “Yes, Evelyn. We forgot about her. Does this mean that she's also inside that house with him?” “I'm not sure about that. We need to confirm if there is any trap anywhere. The question now isn't if there is a trap. The question is…” “What is the trap?” The commander finished the deputy's statement. “So what do you suggest? Do we retreat?” The deputy asked. “I think it's better to escape the trap than to fall inside it or retreat. Once you're in a trap you cannot get out. We don't know if anything has been planted around here. I know what to do,” he said. “Please do something that will not cause any harm to anybody, sir,” Steve said. “Be rest assured, Mr. Steve. We are going to save the young master now. Let's ignore the idea of any trap being set,” the commander said. He looked ahead to see the faces of the guards who were wa
The commander's eyes rolled at all the objects he could see on the ground. He could see a stick, a rod, and an ax. He hoped that the thoughts in his head were not true. As he thought about the possibility of the criminal using the object on the floor to harm the young master, he shuddered upon it. There were many assumptions they could have, how it all happened, and who did it. But it was going to be hard to know the truth, even if they didn't know they were a few steps away from it. “Commander, I can see all these objects on the floor. The young master looks as if he had been beaten very badly, as he is bruised and battered,” the deputy said. “I hope it's not what I'm thinking,” the commander replied. Steve's anguished sobs echoed through the room, the heavy atmosphere of solemnity settling like a thick fog. The downcast faces of the guards and the commander bore witness to the gravity of the situation, each one grappling with the unexpected turn of events. Little did they anti
The commander had no idea what Steve was talking about and just stared at him in bewilderment. “What? I don't understand what you're saying, Mr Steve,” the commander said. “We are going to take the young master to a certain hospital I will tell you guys to,” he said. “Why? What hospital is that? It would be better if we took him to the nearest hospital,” the commander said. “I have a reason why I said so. Don't worry, commander, you will understand in a minute,” Steve said. “This is a matter of the young Master's life. We need to take him to the nearest hospital before the bleeding becomes too much and makes him lose his life. He has already lost a lot of blood and he doesn't need to bleed further or else he will bleed to death. You can't even call the ambulance now because this is a very deserted place,” the commander said. “There is a reason why I said you should go to the hospital I will pick. The young master wouldn't like it if he was taken to another hospital apart from th
“What the hell, Steve? You would burst out in laughter if you just heard what Commander Lex told me. He told me that you all found my Alaric, my son, inside the building, lying down, with a pool of blood surrounding him. How laughable that is. Come on, Lex, come up with some better jokes. This is not a playful thing,” she said, turning around and smiling at the commander. “Ma'am, I am not joking with you. I am serious. We found the young master lying down, a pool of blood surrounding him. He was bruised all over, including his face, as blood was all over it,” he said. Mrs. Claire smiled. “Really? My son?” In the middle of the road, Mrs. Claire's laughter echoed, a stark contrast to the grim news the commander had just delivered. "What, my son? No way," she said between laughs, dismissing the commander's account. Her eyes betrayed a deep-seated disbelief as she struggled to fathom the unthinkable. Despite their attempts to reassure her, Mrs. Claire's laughter persisted, a defens
It didn't take long before they arrived at the hospital. Steve had already made an emergency call, saying that Alaric was in danger and that they needed to get the emergency team ready to rush him into treatment. Immediately the car pulled up in front of the hospital, the nurses brought the stretcher to take Alaric in it. Seeing the state of Alaric, gauze and cotton swabs were used to soak and wipe the blood from his face, and some parts of the body, as they rushed him inside. Mrs. Claire was standing by Alaric, holding his hands and urging him to stay alive. Some of the guards walked fast behind her to protect her against any harm. The doctor seemed to appear out of nowhere, and one of them walked up to them. “You have to wait here, ma'am. Seeing this amount of injury, I can see that we need to go into operation,” he said. Mrs. Wright was surprised. “Operation?” “Yes, ma'am. He has bruises, and we have to check for any internal damage, so we have to perform an explorator
Steve desperately avoided eye contact with Dr. Rodriguez. The tension in the air was palpable, and Steve silently prayed that the doctor wouldn't call out to him. However, his efforts were in vain as Dr. Rodriguez's voice cut through the uneasy silence. "Steve!" called the doctor, his tone demanding attention. Steve reluctantly turned to face him, attempting to mask the anxiety that lingered in his eyes. Acting as normally as possible, Steve silently pleaded that Dr. Rodriguez wouldn't bring up the recent events. The doctor, however, played mind games, leaving Steve on edge. Ma'am Claire, noticing the awkward exchange, intervened with concern evident in her voice. "Is everything okay, Steve?" Ma'am Claire inquired, her gaze switching between Steve and Dr. Rodriguez. "Why are you acting like this?" Dr. Rodriguez, maintaining his enigmatic demeanor, reassured Mrs. Claire with a casual tone. "Oh, nothing's wrong. Just wanted to say hello," he said. "Congratulations, Mr. Steve. You'