As soon as she finished speaking, a gunshot rang out.
Marcus had fired.
story with Marcus?”
Marcus had fired.
Melody was killed instantly.
I quickly covered Lily’s eyes and carried her inside.
Marcus seemed to have never known Melody. He calmly ordered his men to remove her body.
His gaze was as cold and ruthless as a monster’s.
Just then, the sound of police sirens suddenly blared outside.
Jack spoke in a low voice: “It’s Interpol”
Amidst the chaos, I heard Marcus running towards me.
He embraced me, his body trembling.
He whispered in my ear:
“Go with Jack. Hide well.
As Jack led Lily and me away, Marcus stood inside the house.
His silhouette was elongated by the setting sun. His gaze remained fixed on our retreating figures, his eyes filled with resignation and sorrow.
What would ultimately happen to Marcus? Would Grandfather, that demon of a man, spare him?
Jack drove the car deep into a dense forest.
He had a safe house prepared here long ago.
It was fully
fully stocked with supplies.
Lily had fallen asleep. I gently laid her on the soft bed
Jack gazed at Lily and me tenderly, speaking softly.
“You’ll be safe here. The old man’s influence hasn’t reached this place yet.”
I nodded silently.
Outside the window, moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting patterns of light and shadow on Jack’s face.
In the days that followed, we lived a quiet life in the cabin.
Lily would draw in the yard every day.
Jack and I busied ourselves gathering evidence of Grandfather Holt’s crimes and contacting Interpol.
Until one day, Jack received a phone call.
“Marcus is in trouble.”
It turned out Grandfather Holt, backed into a corner, had sent assassins after Marcus.
Marcus had been shot and his fate was uncertain
Jack and exchanged a look.
We both knew we had to go back.
Those pieces of evidence needed Marcus’s cooperation to be made public.
6:04 AM
We took an overnight flight back to the country.
At the hospital where Marcus was, security was tight. His bodyguards were everywhere.
The guards let us through without stopping us.
In the hospital room, Marcus lay in bed, hooked up to various monitoring machines.
Ryan sat by the bedside.
Seeing me, surprise flashed in his eyes.
“Olivia, you really came?” Ryan’s voice was hoarse. “My brother…he’s been waiting for you.
Marcus, who had been in a coma for a long time, slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze fall on me, a faint light kindling in his eyes.
“Honey…
His voice was weak, but carried an almost desperate urgency.
