Chapter 68

With these words, Lucius swiftly released her arm and walked away.

Violet, rubbing her nose, was left confused by his stern warning and visible irritation.

Her care for Regina had started as a necessity, but over time, she had developed a true affection for the old lady. It was beyond mere obligation.

Violet resigned herself to the thought that a man who couldn’t even recognize his own wife should not be relied upon for deep understanding.

Violet decided to proceed with her responsibilities.

Today, Regina seemed to be in better spirits than before. After her morning routine, she expressed a wish to take a walk outside.

Violet, cautious as ever, gathered a blanket and water bottle. Only after the doctor’s consent did she cautiously wheel Regina outside. They engaged in light–hearted conversation and laughter, strolling a considerable distance without noticing.

Above them, a helicopter hovered. Its presence was hardly unusual, given that it was the only transportation method for the area.

Shortly, the helicopter descended nearby, not far from them.

An elderly man, followed by several menacing black figures, disembarked. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, exuding vitality. He was escorted by several individuals.

Upon noticing Violet and Regina, he widened his eyes.

“Take Regina to the helicopter!” he bellowed, with an air of authority that reminded Violet of the mafia.

Alarmed, she cried, “Who are you people?”

Ignoring her, the elderly man signaled the men in black, who began to close in.

“Don’t any of you dare touch her!” Violet quickly positioned herself protectively in front of Regina’s wheelchair.

She declared defiantly, “If you want to take her, you’ll have to step over my dead body!”

The men in black halted about five meters away, one seemingly reaching for something at his chest.

Violet’s mind raced with thoughts of them drawing a weapon, like a scene from a movie.

She tensed up, readying herself for the worst, yet didn’t retreat.

“Madam Davis, we’re here to take you home,” came the unexpected, respectful announcement.

The scene Violet had imagined did not come to fruition.

Relieved, Violet looked up, finding Regina composed and untroubled behind her.

“Why are you frightening a poor girl like that?” Regina scolded the man opposite her, her annoyance evident.

+15 BONOS The man responded gruffly, “You thought I couldn’t find you here?”

“I wasn’t hiding. I’m dying, and I’d like to spend some time with my grandson.”

“I knew it! Who else except that rascal has the audacity to kidnap someone right under my nose? The doctors are waiting for you to return home. Come with me right now!”

What the hell was going on here? She glanced between Regina and the agitated elderly man, noting that his demeanor reminded her of someone she knew.

“I’m not leaving with you.”

“You dare defy me?”

“We’re divorced, remember?”

The realization dawned on Violet–this was the infamous Howard Davis.

Howard, visibly shaken and enraged, retorted, “You’re quite bold now, aren’t you?”

“I need to be for my grandson. I’m not like a certain someone, who abandon their kin in hard times.

Leave now, or face Lucius’s wrath!”

Regina’s words infuriated Howard.

“You know nothing!” he shouted. He strode forward, shoving Violet aside, and commanded, “Bring her to the helicopter!”

Violet, sensing danger, intervened, “Don’t lay a finger on her!”

If Regina was taken under her care, Lucius would surely hold her accountable. Furthermore, Howard was furious. Who knew how he would treat Regina?

“Her condition is fragile. Any rough treatment could be catastrophic. Should anything happen…”

“Even if she dies, she can die under my supervision!”

Howard’s thunderous voice echoed, causing Violet’s ears to ring. His stubbornness only strengthened her resolve to protect Regina. In her desperation, she rummaged through her pockets and discovered the needle she had used the day before.

She pulled out the needle she had used before and lunged at Howard, pressing it to his throat.

“Touch her, and I’ll use this!”

Never before had Howard, a man used to respect, been threatened in such a manner. His face darkened considerably.

His bodyguards froze, not daring to advance. The needle posed a real threat, albeit non–lethal.

Regina, unable to contain herself, burst into laughter. She pointed at Violet, saying. “This is hilarious!”

Enraged, Howard’s face turned red.

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+15 BONOS He struck out, hitting Violet on the neck. She saw the stars and lost all her strength, slumping to the ground.

When Violet awoke, she found herself sprawled out on a bed, facing a masked figure in front of her.

Instinctively, she reached out and slapped the person’s face, then quickly rolled over and got up.

“Grandma, Grandma!”

As someone tried to restrain her, she grabbed a pillow and swung it defensively, yelling, “Back off! Get away from me!”

Her pillow was snatched from behind, and her arm was firmly pinned down.

“What’s gotten into you?” asked a familiar voice–it was Lucius.