Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 157

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**

**Chapter 157: You Don’t Deserve Her**

If she chose to remain in the country, it was only a matter of time before he would track her down.

Finished.

Chandler found it difficult to confront the reality of the situation, but deep down, he understood that Jasper’s influence was formidable. He had the Jackson family ensnared in a grip that felt unbreakable, like that of a tyrant ruling over his subjects.

“I can’t leave just yet.”

“Why not? Is it that you still can’t bear to part from him?”

Chandler’s frustration simmered just below the surface, his anger almost palpable.

“No, that’s not it at all. I have someone I need to find—someone of utmost importance. I need to bring her with me.”

Chandler’s anger began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of determination. “Alright. I’ll find a way to secure another boat ticket.”

Tatiana’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You should rest now. Don’t let anything else trouble you, and don’t be afraid.”

His voice was soothing, yet the pain in his expression was unmistakable as his gaze fell upon the scar marring her face.

“Tatiana, your face…”

She instinctively turned her head away, unwilling to discuss the past that haunted her.

Chandler sensed her discomfort and immediately shifted the topic, choosing to focus on the present. As long as she was alive, that was the only truth that mattered.

“Make sure to get some sleep tonight. I’ll come by again tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

With that, Chandler departed, leaving her in solitude.

The night stretched on, restless and filled with unease.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, nerves taut as a drawn bowstring; sleep eluded her completely.

Unbeknownst to her, chaos reigned in the outside world due to her sudden disappearance.

The door swung open with a violent force.

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**Chapter 157: You Don’t Deserve Her**

Finished.

Gordon, nursing a bitter concoction, glanced up slowly before turning his gaze away, clearly uninterested.

Jasper strode into the room with purpose, pulling out a chair and sitting down with an air of authority. “What did you say to her?”

“What are you talking about?”

Gordon grimaced at the taste of the medicine, popping a sweet hawthorn berry into his mouth to mask the bitterness.

Jasper’s eyes bore into him, unyielding. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I’m getting old; my memory isn’t what it used to be. Speak plainly.”

“She’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Tatiana.”

“Oh. She probably went on a trip or something.”

Gordon’s tone was dismissive, as if the matter were trivial.

Jasper shot to his feet, urgency coursing through him. “Where is she?”

“How am I supposed to know? Aren’t you the one who’s meant to know her best?”

“You helped her, didn’t you?”

The accusation ignited a fire within Gordon.

“You can’t find her, so you come here to take it out on me?”

Serene Pavilion was the Jackson family’s most enigmatic and feared institution.

The legacy of the Jackson family had stretched across millennia, their wealth and talent sustained by this secretive place.

Those who faltered were cast inside its walls. Every soul who entered emerged either broken or driven to madness. The methods employed were unspeakable, a fate worse than death itself.

Yet, Serene Pavilion also housed the most skilled fighters, investigators, and an unparalleled intelligence network. It was the lifeblood of the family.

Gordon had entrusted everything in the Jackson family to Jasper, save for the reins of Serene Pavilion.

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Finished.

This meant its allegiance lay with Gordon, not Jasper.

Jasper understood the futility of his request; he knew Gordon would never hand over those loyal to him. Yet, he had come anyway, driven by desperation.

He had scoured every inch of that district, tearing it apart in search of Tatiana, yet she remained elusive.

He had to confront the truth: he had been overconfident.

The longer this dragged on, the more perilous the situation became.

Visions of her “death” haunted him, replaying in his mind like a broken record.

He couldn’t suppress the rising tide of fear.

If another tragedy befell her… would she be able to endure it?

He had to find her.

“Just leave. I won’t give you a single person from Serene Pavilion. The farther she gets, the better. You don’t deserve her.”

Gordon was torn, unable to fully disown his grandson, yet utterly disheartened. All he could do was hold him back, praying that Tatiana would escape far away and never return.

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