Chapter 406:
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Despite their grumbling, they complied with his orders. After all, everyone knew Kellan was a bit of a volatile madman. Turning off the power wasnât out of character for him, and it still wouldnât have been surprising if heâd destroyed it.
In the quiet master bedroom, Allison sat against the headboard, unable to fall asleep.
âOnce Kinslee gets over her Alzheimerâs, Iâll finally have the information I need to track down my mother,â she said, initiating small talk with Kellan as they waited for time to pass.
Her voice remained steady, and her expression calm as she spoke about her mother.
Kellan hesitated for a moment, swallowing slightly before asking, âSo, will you leave here once you find her, Ms. Clarke?â
âMost likely, yes,â she responded with certainty. Nothing could ever be more important to her than finding her mother.
His face grew somber, and for a brief second, he seemed sad. âI hope you find everything youâre looking for,â he muttered, his gaze shifting to the floor, where the candlelight cast their shadows.
Those shadows, tangled together in the soft glow, appeared to be embracing, though both knew it was only temporary.
Allison was someone who could never be tied down.
âIf you ever need anything, just let me know. The entire Lloyd family network is at your disposal,â Kellan said, his voice softer now. His hand tightened into a fist as he added, âAfter all, you saved my life.â
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If she hadnât thrown the bomb away in time, he would have been killed. He owed her his life.
Allison laughed lightly. âAnd you saved me too. Otherwise, Iâd be the one with serious injuries right now.â The thought of his mutilated back, torn apart by the explosionâs debris, made her heart ache.
âYou didnât have to do that, Mr. Lloyd,â she said, her voice a mix of gratitude and guilt.
When sheâd tossed the explosive, she had acted purely on instinct, trying to save Kellanâand herself.
As for Kellan? In fact, he couldâve chosen to do nothing and didnât have to endanger himself, but he risked his life to shield her from the shrapnel.
She could still vividly picture the bloody scene by the lake.
âI acted on instinct to protect myself, but you didnât have to take the hit for me. Life is too precious, especially for people like us. You should know better than to risk it unnecessarily.â
Maybe it was the late hour, or perhaps the comforting glow of the candlelight wrapping around them, but Allison found herself letting her guard down. She didnât even realize that she was crossing a line until the words left her mouth.
She shouldnât have asked that question. Some things were better left unsaid.
But she asked anyway.
She soon told herself it was fine.
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