“Get out of my way,” it was Waylon Adelmar’s cold, calm voice that addressed the bodyguards surrounding Abel. The bodyguards, including Janie, were stunned by the authority in the man’s voice and immediately moved to the side. Waylon immediately grabbed Abel by the arm and pierced his chest with a tiny, almost invisible silver needle.
“What are you doing?!” Luca yelled.
“Take him inside,” Waylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we wait any longer.” He instructed the guard to open the front doors.
“Mr. Waylon, Master Adelmar said they’re not welcomed here,” the guard informed him.
“This man’s stomach is bleeding out. Do you really want him to die in front of our gates?” Waylon challenged, leaving the poor guard caught between a rock and a hard place.
“How do I address you?” Abel asked weakly as he looked at the man who had just stuffed needles inside him. He was a tall man with handsome features, no younger than thirty-five or six.
“I’m Waylon Adelmar,” the man said. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”
“That’s right,” Abel managed.
“The three kids look very much like you,” Waylon added. “I see where they get their good genes from.”
“There’s four of them actually,” Abel corrected. “Emma’s first child is still with me.”
“So I’ve heard from my father… Please go inside first, Mr. Ryker. Your condition needs to be treated immediately,” Waylon advised.
“Thank you, Mr. Adelmar,” Abel nodded gratefully.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Waylon said. “I’m your brother after all. It’s my father who has a bone to pick with you.”
“It was my fault. I didn’t protect Emma well enough,” Abel said with sadness in his eyes. “I will apologize to the old man as soon as I see him, but…could you at least tell me how she is doing right now?”
“This was the exact reason why my father refused to see you,” Waylon’s expression darkened. “Let’s talk about that later…”
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