The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1450

“Useless! What a bunch of useless fools! Where is Phoebe now? And Howard! Where is he?” Matthew fumed.

Darren swallowed nervously, responding honestly.

Darren swallowed nervously, responding with honesty, “Phoebe has disappeared without a trace. We don’t know where she’s hiding. The people we sent to go with her haven’t returned yet, and there’s a possibility they might have been detained. As for the Logan family, we haven’t heard anything from them yet. Mr. Lozano, should we summon them here now?”

At this tense moment, Matthew was visibly furious, shaking his hand in frustration.

“Summon them for what? Given the current situation, if you summon them over and someone sees us, it would only bring trouble for the Bartitsu Guild.”

As he spoke, his face was shrouded in gloom. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Fortunately, the Bartitsu Guild has not openly intervened in this matter and has only been giving instructions from the shadows. Even if something goes awry, we can deflect the blame onto those families involved: At present, let’s maintain a cautious stance and withdraw all our personnel to prevent providing any leverage to the Gordon family. We’ll assess the situation tomorrow before reaching a decision.”

Darren concurred, then voiced his concern, “What about those dispatched to Phoebe? They might not be able to keep things under wraps. If they disclose the Bartitsu Guild’s involvement, won’t the Gordon family have grounds against us?”

Matthew sneered, “Those few people’s words amount to nothing! Thankfully, I exercised caution and didn’t dispatch the most crucial figures from the Bartitsu Guild. Instead, I chose to send minor lackeys. If Phoebe hadn’t provided us with crucial information, I wouldn’t have bothered with her. She’s nothing more than an outcast from the Cox family. As for those few people we sent to go with her, they’re typically so inconspicuous that no one takes notice of them. Even if they were to betray the Bartitsu Guild, the Gordon family wouldn’t be able to use them as leverage. Furthermore, I could turn the tables and accuse the Gordon family of bribing them, insinuating that they’re deliberately framing the Bartitsu Guild. Or, I could say that those people belong to other families that attempt to tarnish the guild’s reputation. You should be able to handle such a minor issue well, right?”

Blood trickled from the corner of Darren’s forehead, making its way into his eyes. Swiftly, he raised his hand to wipe it away, hastily saying, “Okay.”

Throughout the night, Jean didn’t catch a wink of sleep. He remained by Neera’s bedside, vigilantly monitoring her condition.

As the doctor had forewarned, by midnight, Neera began running a high fever. Her whole body was burning up, and she mumbled incoherent words in her sleep from time to time.

Jean was anxious. He quickly fed her medicine and tried cooling her down physically.

Yet, despite all efforts, her body temperature stubbornly persisted after two hours, showing no signs of abating.

Adriana, equally concerned, couldn’t sleep a wink either. She was on high alert in the adjacent room, keenly listening for any commotion. The moment she sensed something awry, she hurried in. “What’s wrong? What happened to Neera?”

Jean spoke in a hoarse voice. “She’s developed a high fever, and her temperature won’t come down. The situation is hot good; we must get her to the hospital.”

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Upon finishing his words, he gently pulled Neera from under the covers, draped a thick coat over her, and without a word, cradled her in his arms. Without a word, he exited the room, descended the stairs, and prepared to make his way to the hospital.

Concerned about potential emergencies at night, lan remained downstairs. Observing the urgency, he hastened to

start the car.

Worried, Adriana asked Chad to accompany her to the hospital.`

Upon reaching the hospital, the doctor initiated a simple cooling treatment for Neera, followed by a thorough physical examination.

The examination revealed a mild concussion and adverse reactions in her abdomen, indicating internal bruising.

In the doctor’s office, Adriana stood by Jean. As the doctor delivered the diagnosis, her tears began to fall uncontrollably.

“How could this happen… Hasn’t that girl endured enough superficial wounds? Why are there so many other injuries? What did those b*stards do to Neera? My Neera…” she said, sobbing.

Chad enveloped her in a hug, his expression profoundly solemn.

Jean’s face was equally grave, his eyes ablaze with a fierce and angry energy.

His hand hung by his side, clenching into a tight fist with prominent knuckles and bulging veins. He endured the tumultuous emotions, struggling to suppress the rising tide of rage.

In a low voice, he inquired, “Is her condition serious?”

The doctor furrowed his brows, studying the medical record before letting out a heavy sigh. “Based on the examination results, it’s not a severe illness. It seems to be a fever, and the concussion isn’t overly critical. However, a period of rest is imperative. As for the abdominal bruising and blood clots, a long period of recovery is needed. In essence, the patient has sustained significant injuries. Even after the recovery, a prolonged period of recuperation will be essential.”

Jean nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Returning to the ward, as Jean gazed at the fragile form of the woman resting in bed, his heart almost shattered.

He had no idea how he managed to get through the day.

Each moment felt like a precarious dance on the verge of collapse, each second threatening to plunge him into madness.

How he wished for the woman to open her eyes at that moment, look him in the eye, and tell him she was okay and that it was all just a dream.

Yet, the cruelest part was that this was not a nightmare but the harsh truth.

The woman, whom he held dear like a precious treasure, had endured profound harm.

Dwelling on what had happened seemed futile at this point.

The only thing he could do was be there for her, staying by her side and waiting for her to wake up.

As the night wore on, Jean’s eyes reddened from sleep deprivation. Despite his exhaustion, he adamantly refused to rest, choosing instead to stay unwaveringly by Neera’s side.

Yet, Neera’s condition showed no signs of improvement.

The persistent high fever, unyielding even after administering fluids, stubbornly clung to a temperature of one hundred and two degrees.

Sensing something was wrong, Jean summoned the doctor once more.

However, aside from acknowledging the high fever, the doctor remained baffled and couldn’t tell what went wrong.

Swallowing his anger, Jean stepped into the corridor, dialing a number.

As dawn painted the sky, Caleb appeared at the hospital and entered the ward.

Chad, taken aback, voiced his astonishment, “Mr. Medicina, what brings you here?”

Caleb nodded politely, his expression carrying a hint of gravity, and began to elucidate, “I received word of Ms. Neera’s predicament. Given our past interactions and the responsibility entrusted to me by His Lordship to ensure her well-being, I came to check on her the moment I found out what had happened. Are her injuries severe? How is she doing now?”

Witnessing Caleb’s genuine concern, Chad momentarily set aside his reservations and gestured toward the

sickbed. “She’s been unconscious, suffering a persistent high fever that won’t subside. The doctor is currently at a loss, unable to pinpoint the exact cause of the fever.”