Chapter 978

Fred gave Blake a sharp, piercing gaze. He asked curtly, “How long until she gets better?”

Blake bit her lip, then replied, “The doctor said it’s a deep-rooted emotional issue from her childhood, worsened by the abuse she suffered. She has been traumatized. Recovery, if at all possible, will be slow. She’s been medicated for over a decade with little improvement. In addition to her being constantly bullied, how could she possibly get better anytime soon?” “There’s no disease that can’t be cured,” Fred declared sternly. “You have one day to pack up. Tomorrow, we’re heading back to Ventropolis. If you don’t comply, you’ll face the consequences.”

Fred’s glance briefly met Mya’s before shifting away coldly.

Blake exhaled deeply, feeling relieved at Fred’s departure.

In the car, Fred unbuttoned his sleeve to reveal a stark bite mark. Riley caught a glimpse of the injury in the rearview mirror, noting blood seeping through. Riley murmured, “I’ve never seen Mr. Turner being so tolerant toward any woman.”

If Mya had been a woman from an ordinary household, she definitely would not remain unharmed until now.

Fred covered the wound with his sleeve. He said coldly, “Eyes on the road.”

Unexpectedly, Blake returning to her hometown in Sutherlyn did not bring the peace she had hoped for.

She had thought she could escape the troubles of the capital. Yet, to her surprise, she found herself having to return.

Blake quickly fetched a first aid kit for Grace. Meanwhile, Mya, holding her mother’s hand, tried to comfort her with childlike innocence, “Mom, don’t cry. I’ll make it better.”

Grace looked at Mya with tearful eyes, filled with sorrow and regret. Grace said, “Mya, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”

In Grace’s eyes, Mya was always a quiet and well-behaved girl, never troubling anyone from childhood.

Mya was always the one being bullied, never the other way around. Yet, Mya had managed to draw the wrath of a formidable foe to her family’s doorstep.

Grace thought that leaving the capital would allow her family a peaceful life. Yet, Fred managed to find them in Sutherlyn.

“Mya, could you fetch me a glass of water?” Grace requested.

“Sure, Mom,” Mya replied.

Mya’s eyes were brimming with tears. She ran to the kitchen to fetch water for Grace, leaving Blake and Grace alone.

“Blake, take Mya and leave Sutherlyn,” Grace implored. “Go as far as you can, where he can’t find you.”

Blake protested, “Auntie, I can’t leave you and uncle behind!”

Grace said with her voice heavy with grief, “Listen to me, Blake. If your uncle were here, he’d say the same. Our biggest responsibility has always been Mya. If not for my negligence, she wouldn’t be in this state.”

The fact that Mya had become mentally incapacitated was a lifelong sorrow for Grace, who felt she had not been a good parent.

Blake protested, “But… if we leave, he’ll definitely come and make trouble for you. What if… he does something horrible to you? Mya will be heartbroken.”

Grace was resolute. She said, “There are no buts. You have to do this. He might target the company, but your uncle and I don’t care. If the company is gone, so be it, but nothing can happen to Mya. Blake, I hope you can help Mya this time.”

Blake wanted to say more, but ultimately she acquiesced.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Blake said. “But once I ensure Mya is safe, I’ll come back for you both.”

Grace shook her head and tears streaming down her face. “No, don’t come back until he gives up on Mya. Here, take this,” she said, handing Blake a card filled with their savings. “Never come back, no matter what happens to us. Keep Mya safe and away from him.”