Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 409

Meanwhile, Silas stood completely alone outside the operating room, his face contorting into an unrecognizable mask of rage.

His fists were clenched so tightly his nails dug painfully into his palms.

His child was dead.

He was permanently robbed of his lineage.

And the architect behind his utter ruin was none other than his beloved younger brother!

Taking a ragged breath, Silas pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolled to a hidden contact, and pressed call.

"Hello, Uncle Lawrence..."

Lawrence's smooth, slightly raspy voice echoed through the receiver. "Silas, what is it? What can I do for you?"

Silas forced the words through gritted teeth. "Uncle, Ginger lost the baby."

There was a beat of dead silence on the line.

"What happened?"

"It happened right outside Cloudwater Estate. Hudson's people must have done something to her." Silas kept his voice low, but the seething hatred was unmistakable.

Lawrence sighed softly, breaking into a minor coughing fit. "Hudson really is determined to slaughter everyone in his path..."

"Uncle, I am begging for your help." Pure, unadulterated vengeance boiled in Silas's eyes. "As long as you help me destroy him, I will do absolutely anything you ask."

"So, you've finally come around?"

"I have."

"Good." Lawrence's tone remained perfectly even. After another brief coughing spell, he spoke slowly. "Then I'll help you, just this once."

...

Holland. Inside a private hospital.

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his VIP suite, Lawrence stared blankly out at the foreign city streets, coughing violently for several minutes before finally catching his breath.

His sickly, pale reflection stared back at him in the glass.

During the assassination attempt just a few days ago, a blade had punctured his lung. It had nearly cost him his life.

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