Chapter 110

Emily overheard their conversation at the doorway and immediately stormed into the, what were you just talking about? Ophelia isn't really a Hastings?"

Emily was shocked. She thought, If I'd known this from the start, why did I even bother fighting with Ophelia? I'm the real Hastings bloodline, while Ophelia is nothing more than a pawn a bastard used by the Hastings to gain benefits, with no clue who her parents are. Why did I waste my time competing with her and end up like this?"

Owen said, "Don't let this get out. Hastings Group needs funils now, and I've contacted a wealthy businessman overseas. He seems quite interested in Ophelia"

At this, Heather immediately realized what Owen was planning Are you out of your mind? She belongs to the Carnegie family now. Aren't you afraid of them""

"Exactly, Dad She's also Kenneth's lover. Can we really afford to provoke him?" The memory of having a gun pointed at her head still sent shivers down Emily's spine.

"Do we have any other choice? Everything she has now is because of the Hastings family. If we hadn't taken her in, would she have ever caught Kenneth's eye? Would she have ever met anyone from the Carnegie family? It's time for her to repay us," Owen sneered He had nothing left to fear. The Hastings family would be left with nothing but dust if they didn't act now,

Owen continued, "And if this whole thing goes public, do you think the Carnegie family will want anything to do with a bastard like her? She's just Kenneth's lover. Do you think a man of his status would go to war over a woman?"

Emily's eyes darted as she realized Owen had a point. She thought, As long as the Carnegie family hasn't held the formal acknowledgment party yet, Ophelia is nothing more than a bastard. Once we succeed, there's no way Kenneth won't see her as dirty. Why should Ophelia get what I couldn't have?

Emily said, "Mom, I think Dad's right. Ophelia's relationship with the Hastings family isn't great right now, and neither Dad I can approach her. Only you can. She still thinks you're her biological mother, so she'll give you some face, right?"

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"Heather, Emily makes a good point. If we go, she'll be suspicious, but coming from you as her 'mother is a different story: Once this is all over and Emily marries Max. Hastings Group will thrive. We can hand over the company to Harry and finally take some time to travel and relax, Owen said softly, wrapping an arm around Heather's shoulder.

Heather sighed and rolled her eyes at Owen. Refusing him now seemed impossible.

At the hospital, Eric had already been transferred to a regular ward

Ophelia stayed by Eric's side, fearing that he might disappear again despite his injuries.

Eric leaned weakly against the headboard, his face pale, with his long, disheveled hair draping messily down his back. He sat there quietly, like a child who knew he had done something wrong

"Are you ready to tell me now what you were doing at the Avalon Port Dock?" Ophelia leaned back on the table, her tone_sharp.

Eric said, "I took on a job. I realized I'd been set up only when I got there."

Ophelia couldn't understand why Eric was still accepting these kinds of jobs.

Eric remained silent, offering no explanation. Truthfully, he didn't know why himself. He was simply used to that life. Only in those dangerous moments did he feel like he had a purpose, like his existence meant something. But he didn't know how

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Ophelia sighed. "So, who were you supposed to take care of this time?"

Eric pressed his left hand against the wound on his waist and shifted slightly, reaching for his phone. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. He found a photo and tossed the phone toward the end of the bed, then turned to Ophelia. Ophelia glanced down at the phone, her eyes narrowing as she picked it up and examined the image more closely. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who you were supposed to take out?"

I know... Eric muttered.

"You don't know a damn thing!" Ophelia's voice was sharp as ice. That's my man. And you had the nerve to go after him?" Her clear, doe-like, innocent eyes were instantly replaced by a murderous glint that made her gaze even colder than the snowstorm outside. Without hesitation, Ophelia slammed the phone into Eric's wounded side, right where the bullet had hit him. Blood began to seep through the bandages beneath his hospital gown

Eric didn't flinch. He just stared at Ophelia. This was the first time Eric had seen Ophelia look like she wanted to tear him. apart. He felt hurt, like a loyal dog that had been scolded, his head hanging low. "Sorry..." he muttered.

Only then did Ophelia understand why they had been let go so easily. She looked at the ring on her finger, recalling the car she had driven that day and the gun she had used. All of it belonged to Kenneth. The attackers must have recognized that. If not for him, she and Eric would have been dead by now

or is there

After the rage subsided, a new question crept into Ophelia's mind. Who wants to kill Kenneth? Is it Patrick, or is someone else behind this?

"Can you trace the IP address of the person who posted that job" Ophelia asked her tone softening a bit. She knew those kinds of websites made tracking the user's identity nearly impossible. Even Chloe wouldn't be able to trace it. But if they could lock down the IP's location, they might as well know who was behind this

"I can't trace it. It's a one-way website. All the orders are posted by the site itself. Your man has too many enemies. A lot of people want him dead. I'll just avoid taking jobs on him next time." Eric said, his tone filled with a pouty frustration. He had never seen Ophelia protect anyone like this, Lashing out like a mad dog.

Ophelia's face grew even more serious, thinking. A lot of people

"But you don't need to worry. Eric continued. "If even the second-ranked assassin can't get the job done, no one else would dare take such a suicidal task"

Ophelia had glanced at the photo earlier and saw the bounty-Kenneth's head was priced at 30 million dollars. There would be plenty of desperate men willing to risk it.

Eric said. "Go on and handle whatever you need to. You don't have to babysit me in the hospital. I'll cover my own medical bills. Don't worry. I won't be going anywhere until I'm fully healed."

Ophelia asked, "Really?"

Eric replied, "Yeah. By the way, could you maybe get me some stocks?"

Snacks? You've got a hole in your gut. What are you thinking about eating snacks for?" Ophelia glared at the young man lying in the hospital bed. She wasn't sure how much of his words she could actually trust. "Oh. Eric's response was short, his usual gloom resurfacing.

"But I can buy them and eat them right before you," Ophelia teased, turning to leave the room while instructing the nurse to keep a close watch on Eric.

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However, the bed was empty when Ophelia returned with a large bag of snacks. Eric was gone.

On the bed lay a medical certificate. On the back of it, a scribbled message: [Cone. Take care of yourself. I'm just not cut out for this life. I don't want to bring you more trouble I

Ophelia's chest tightened in frustration as she read the crooked and misspelled words "Eric, you little bastard!"

By the time Ophelia left the hospital, night had already fallen. She dropped the car off for repairs and cleaning, then took a taxi back to Rosewood Manor. She hadn't even changed her clothes in two days.

As soon as Ophelia entered the manor, she spotted a tall, dark silhouette standing by the second-floor floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine. The lights inside were off, and she couldn't make out the man's expression due to the reflection.

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