“I’ll get Raina to come with her men. You don’t have to worry about it.”
At his signal, Zachary’s men came to escort Taylor out.
“In that case, I’ll take my leave first. Please watch over Cynthia while she’s here.”
After looking at Charlotte with a worried expression, Taylor anxiously recovered his gaze.
“Don’t worry, this is the Nacht residence.” Zachary shot a glance at Charlotte.
“That’s a relief.”
Right after he finished, Taylor left without hesitation.
“Zachary, how brazen of you. Do you think just because this is your home, I wouldn’t dare do a thing?” Charlotte threatened in anger. “Once I decide to kill someone, you won’t be able to stop me.”
“I know how powerful you are,” Zachary patiently pacified, “but given how sick Ellie is, why don’t we talk about it once her condition has stabilized?”
Charlotte found that he had a point. It wasn’t the right time to let her temper flare.
“Get Raina here at once,” Zachary instructed Cain.
“Right away.” Cain went off to make a call.
“Let’s wait upstairs.” Zachary gestured for her to move ahead.
Coming upstairs together, both of them arrived outside Ellie’s room.
At that moment, Cynthia was treating Ellie with the assistance of her medical staff.
Morgan and another four bodyguards were watching them closely.
Cynthia was no longer as calm as usual. Sweating profusely, her hands were shaking as she worked.
Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows when she saw what was happening.
Zachary entered the room and reminded, “Steady yourself. You must cure Ellie!”
Turning to give him a look, Cynthia felt as if she was reinvigorated and continued her treatment.
“Will this really work?” Lupine asked softly.
Charlotte didn’t reply. Instead, she went into an empty room and made a call. Soon, the call connected.
“Charlotte!”
“Danrique, I need your help.”
“Go on.”
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