NovelEndChapter 205 "Aaron, you have to believeI really had no idea about the transplant match." Cynthia's voice trembled as she tried to explain. "It was all Matthew. He's the one who toldthat my kidney was a match for Serena's. When I found out, I was worried Serena would never agree to a transplant, but Matthew said not to worry -he'd take care of everything. I swear, I never imagined he'd go as far as to threaten Dr. Owens..." Aaron's expression was cold and unreadable. "You really didn't know?" "I didn't!" Cynthia nodded frantically, desperate for him to believe her.
Aaron let the silence hang for a moment, then changed the subject. "Let's set that aside for now. Tellabout the antique vase." At the mention of the vase, Cynthia's face went pale.
Last time, she'd assumed Serena was as good as dead, so she'd deliberately said the antique vase was a gift from Aaron. Now, with Aaron suddenly bringing it up, did that mean Serena had told him something? "Where is it now?" Cynthia's relief was almost palpable when Aaron didn't press her about the origins of the vase. She let out a shaky breath.
"Well... I... I don't actually know where it went." The last tshe'd seen that vase was back at the hospital.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You don't know what happened to it?" "That's right," Cynthia said honestly.
Aaron's brows drew together. "Then how did you get your hands on it in the first place?" Cynthia bit her lip, recalling the days leading up to the transplant. She'd been racking her brain for a way to get Serena to sign the consent form willingly. Then suddenly, the antique vase had landed in her lap-Serena's father's keepsake. It felt like a godsend, a perfect bargaining chip.
"I... I bought it at an auction," Cynthia lied, forcing herself to meet Aaron's gaze. He only frowned deeper, lost in thought.
She was so nervous she didn't dare move, her legs trembling beneath her.
Just then, Aaron's phone rang.
Cynthia held her breath, watching anxiously as he answered.
Whatever the caller said made Aaron's face darken instantly. His eyes sharpened, pinning Cynthia like a knife. "Is that true?" Cynthia flinched.
A moment later, Aaron shot up from his chair. "Alright, I understand. I'm on my way." Without another word, he strode toward the door, his presence like a sudden gust of icy wind that left Cynthia's cheeks stinging.
She stared after him, wracked with nerves, sweat breaking out across her back.
*** After returning home, Serena collapsed onto her bed.
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Her plan had been simple: the bodyguards she'd hired would apprehend Cynthia's hitmen, giving her leverage to demand Aaron let her leave Alderburg. She'd counted on Cynthia's desperation to cover her tracks.
But no one could have predicted what happened next: five of her top bodyguards -men what survived bullets and blades without a scratch-were wiped out by a man who, by all appearances, was completely unremarkable. Sometimes, Serena wondered if she'd underestimated just how far Aaron would go to protect Cynthia.
She rolled over, staring out the window, but the view held no comfort. Sleep never cthat night.
The next morning, she got up and scrolled through every newsand social media feed she could find. Not a single story mentioned the murders from the night before. Clearly, Aaron had managed to cover it up.
She wasn't surprised.
A little after eleven, she met Aaron at a café next to Vance Holdings.
He wore a crisp suit, his striking features as impressive as ever, though he looked more tired than usual.
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