novelraw Chapter 110: Avenging His Wife
Chapter 110: Avenging His Wife
"Not getting up yet?"Lucy Eaton wanted to get up, but now the wound on her stomach had split open, and the pain prevented her from rising.
"Your Highness, help me up, I can’t get up."
Even a blind man was supposed to help her; was there no justice?
Emma Bennett reached out and directly pushed her away, causing Lucy Eaton to be thrown off the bed, lying on the carpet with her limbs flailing, tears streaming down her face.
So cruel.
These two words resonated in her mind, overshadowing everything else.
Not hearing anything, Emma Bennett asked, "Lucy?"
The ’Lucy’ he referred to didn’t want to pay him any attention and remained silent.
Emma Bennett assumed she was knocked unconscious, got off the bed, and didn’t turn on the lights. After all, in his world, everything was dark; the lights were of no use to him.
"Lucy?" Emma Bennett crouched beside her and nudged her with his hand.
Lucy Eaton grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the carpet, "Your Highness, pushing a severely injured person off is fun, isn’t it?"
Emma Bennett came to his senses and sat up, "Bold of you, you..."
Lucy Eaton closed her eyes and slept, no longer speaking.
"You actually dared to ignore me."
"I didn’t ignore you; I’m just tired and want to sleep now."
"..."
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"Nathaniel, the young master has fallen asleep."
"Go get a blanket."
Oliver Green received the order, went to the second floor to get a blanket, and Nathaniel Green covered it over Jacob Green who was asleep on the sofa.
Last night, the young master hadn’t slept a wink, and tonight, he stayed up waiting for news.
Finally, he became so exhausted that he fell into a deep sleep.
Just after two hours of sleep, the latest update arrived.
"Young master."
Jacob Green opened his eyes, bloodshot, and sat up immediately, "Is there any news?"
Nathaniel Green’s face didn’t look too good, "Young master, the Palmer Family sent word saying those criminals sent them a letter."
"What’s the content?"
"They thought the Young Madam was a maid for the Palmer Family..."
"I asked you about the contents of the letter!"
Nathaniel Green’s lips moved, his voice particularly low, "They said she was buried alive the night she was taken away, and told the Palmer Family not to waste their energy searching..."
Jacob Green’s pupils constricted, a sweet metallic taste swelled in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed, "Wha... what?! Buried... alive?!"
"That’s... what it said."
"Young master." Oliver Green hurried in from outside, "We tracked the criminals’ location to Aiden Longfield in Northriver City. There aren’t many people; our men have scouted around, and there are about a hundred or so people there."
"Aiden Longfield?"
"Nathaniel, take the Hidden Flame Squad and come with me."
"Yes."
Filled with hatred, Nathaniel Green immediately joined him, boarded the plane, and took people over there.
For the first time, he deployed the two large planes from Blossom Haven for a personal vendetta.
After the plane arrived at Northriver Airport, they drove straight to Aiden Longfield.
Because the location was remote with few vehicles passing by, controlling the hundred people in Aiden Longfield didn’t attract any unnecessary attention for Jacob Green and his team.
When they arrived, there was no idle talk; the battle commenced immediately.
Compared to the well-trained soldiers Jacob Green brought, the hundred people in Aiden Longfield were clearly no match.
However, the opposition fought bravely and initially showed great valor.
After nearly half of them died and realizing Jacob Green’s side had only a few injuries and no fatalities, the remaining ones surrendered.
Among the survivors was one of the two who buried Lucy Eaton.t, and in the afternoon, she massaged his head.
Thus, three days passed, after which she urged Emma Bennett to give her a proper identity.
Seeing her so anxious, Emma Bennett said, "Then from today onwards, you’ll be a servant by my side here. While getting your identity processed, you’ll work daily like the other servants. Your injury has just started to heal; if you don’t mind the pain, feel free to do so."
"I can manage."
"Nick, settle her into the servant’s quarters, and register an identity for her."
Nick complied.
Registering an identity required a photo, but such records were only managed by personnel specifically tasked by the Presidential Mansion, not accessible to ordinary people.
Register an identity first, then leave the Presidential Mansion openly after some time.
A necessary procedure.
Reporting an ID number was required during registration, but she said she was undocumented, without an ID, and with Nick’s help, it was still successfully registered.