Chapter one hundred and forty eight

Rhys’s expression softened. “I’ll arrange it,” he said quietly.

But Nathan’s face twisted in anguish. “Her grandfather won’t let me,” he said, his voice bitter. “He had me thrown out of the mansion.”

Rhys’s eyes narrowed. “I can take you to see her but you can’t stay by her side,” he said with a warning stare.

Nathan’s eyes locked onto Rhys’s, a glimmer of hope in their depths. “Thank you.”

Rhys’s face darkened after Nathan spoke, his eyes blazing with anger and worry. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing – Elena, his fiancée, had been infected with the virus and he had no idea. “How could this have happened?” Rhys growled, his voice low and menacing. “I was supposed to protect her, keep her safe.”

Nathan’s eyes dropped, his voice filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Rhys. I didn’t know either. If I had, I would have told you.”

Rhys’s anger turned inward, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could have done differently. He should have been more vigilant and kept a closer eye on Ele