Chapter 1271: Chapter 1271

Chapter 1271:

Allison’s sharp ears caught the sound of hurried footsteps drawing closer.

A voice called out through the chaos. “Ms. Clarke! We’re here under Mr. Lloyd’s orders!”

Relief flooded through her. They had finally arrived.

Without wasting a second, she shouted over the noise. “This way! Kill every last one of them!”

“Understood!” came the firm reply.

Allison’s reinforcements wasted no time. The moment they entered, they clashed fiercely with the mercenaries.

Amid the chaos, Allison’s eyes searched frantically. Then, she saw her — Lilyana.

Their gazes met. A silent moment passed. Recognition hit them both like a tidal wave.

Allison’s throat tightened. Her voice shook as she spoke. “Mom.”

Lilyana froze in place. Her breath caught. “Allison?”

“…It’s me.”

Even though Allison fought to keep her emotions in check, tears sprang to her eyes, too overwhelming to hold back.

“Mom, I’ve been searching for you all these years.”

Her eyes reddened as the floodgates opened. She was no longer the woman who could hold it all in, now just a lost girl, tears streaking down her face.

“Allison… My dear daughter.”

Lilyana’s lashes fluttered ever so slightly. She could scarcely believe it, thinking that it all might be a dream. But when she reached out and touched Allison’s arm, the warmth, the reality of it, hit her.

She had been ready to die with those people that night, to surrender to fate. But then, she met her daughter.

Life and death. Despair and hope. An emotional whirlwind tangled in her mind. Slowly, she loosened her grip on the explosives, her eyes brimming with tears.

“My dear, you shouldn’t have come to see me.” Outside, the world was on fire, flames engulfing everything. The sharp sound of gunfire echoed through the basement.

Lilyana knew that it wasn’t the time for them to catch up.

“You have to leave now. They’ve acted because they want to kill your father too.”

Her hand gripped Allison’s tightly.

She couldn’t let Allison die.

“You both are in danger. Go!”

“My father?” Allison froze, confusion in her voice, but her eyes quickly caught the dark stain of blood on Lilyana’s shoulder. It was a stark, horrifying sight.

The mercenary leader hadn’t been lying. Lilyana was indeed wounded.

“Mom, what happened to your shoulder?”

Allison’s resolve hardened. She wasn’t going anywhere. If her mother died now, everything Allison had fought for all these years would have been for nothing.

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