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Chapter 200
Chapter 200
So, the higher–ups went straight to Gideon, insisting that the Bradford family handle the situation privately and swiftly.
Gideon, of course, didn’t want the family’s reputation tarnished. He promptly announced that Lionel’s death was due to a sudden, fatal reaction to alcohol. Not a whisper about drugs, and he wouldn’t dare mention the notorious Military Courtyard One.
Allegra was beside herself with grief, confronting Gideon, demanding justice, and accusing Tarquin of murdering her boy in an act of revenge against her!
But Gideon’s face turned stormy. Not only did he wash his hands of the matter, but he also pressured the Bradfords to bury Lionel post–haste, forbidding any inquiry into the affair!
Enraged, Allegra stormed the hospital to settle scores with Tarquin.
Elysia was clueless about Lionel’s fate, but as she brought Elijah his breakfast, she stumbled upon the scene.
Allegra was shrieking like a banshee.
“You killed my son, you bastard Tarquin! I only had one boy, how could you be so cruel…
I admit I wronged Elijah, but he’s still alive, isn’t he? I’ve apologized, so why harbor murderous thoughts against my Lionel? If you’re angry, take it out on me, kill me! What kind of man goes after a child?”
Child?
Lionel was 33 for heaven’s sake. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
Tarquin, with a cigarette dangling from his fingers, looked on with icy detachment.
“Bring evidence and let the cops come for me; otherwise, get lost.”
Allegra roared, lacking evidence to accuse him, but daring him to swear on Elijah’s life that he wasn’t involved. “I swear, if I’ve wronged you, may I be struck down by a car the moment I step outside! Do you dare say if you did it, let Elijah drop dead right now?”
Tarquin’s expression darkened ominously. “If you’re itching for a car accident, I can oblige.”
His calm voice belied the storm raging within. He wasn’t just arguing; he was issuing a serious warning, a threat.
Elysia’s heart pounded. She couldn’t believe what she had overheard.
Seeing his chilling demeanor, she felt an icy dread, even from a distance.
“Go on, kill me too!” Allegra yelled at Tarquin.
Suddenly spotting Elysia, Allegra charged at her like she was a punching bag, yelling, “You meddler! I’ll kill you myself!”
Yesterday, Elysia had saved Elijah from death’s door, and the Bradfords all knew it.
Elysia stepped back, startled by Allegra’s frenzy. Just as Allegra lunged, a towering figure stepped in front of her, shielding her completely.
Before Allegra could get close, Tarquin sent her flying with a kick. He didn’t glance at Allegra but turned to her husband, his voice heavy with an impending tempest, “If you want to keep your place in Jindale City, take her and get out. Now!”
Allegra’s husband, pale as a ghost, hauled her away without a word.
Down the corridor, Allegra’s voice echoed threats of doo
“You bitch, you wait! You’re gonna die! If you can cure Elijah, you’re lucky, and if you can’t, you’re gonna die! You’re dealing with a demon now. I think you’ve got a few days to live! You will die worse than my Lionel…” Elysia’s face was ghostly pale, drained of color.
Tarquin turned to her, frowning. “Scared?”
She was terrified, not by Allegra, but by the implications of her words.
Had Elijah’s near–death yesterday driven Tarquin to… to kill Allegra’s son?
Was he a murderer?
Elysia gazed up at Tarquin, her eyes wide with terror.