The name Logan was like a nightmare haunting Jacqueline. She didn't want to believe that the man her servant said was him.
The servant who was grabbed by her was also panicked and cried in fright. "Yes, it's the young master, Logan!"
Logan!
Jacqueline, who seemed to be struck by lightning, looked frozen. "How can it be? Wasn't he dead? How could he still be alive?"
He shouldn't be alive!
She did so many things to kill him, but now she was told that he was back? How was that possible?
Jacqueline released the servant, who slumped on the floor with fear and then left.
Cornel frowned at seeing this. George sat with composure, frighteningly calm.
When she heard the name Logan, Yolanda's half-squinted eyes opened wide and she looked around in horror, looking for the familiar figure, but she could not see it.
She was becoming more panicked now.
Elena received a message. She checked her phone and then smiled.
The door was pushed open and the man that she hadn't seen for several days appeared in her view. The man walked in steadily, step by step, as if he had not seen the farce, and stopped in front of her.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Logan took her hand.
"No, but you came here later than I thought." He said that she could see him the moment she opened her eyes, but he was late.
Logan saw the displeasure in her eyes, and raised his hand to stroke her brow. "There's a traffic jam."
"How about your wounds?" She stared at his forehead. The wound had healed, but the pink flesh made her feel distressed.
"It's fine. Jeff said I won't leave a scar if I use the ointment."
Elena nodded, and felt relieved.
They chatted casually. Jacqueline and Yolanda were stunned by the conversation.
What was going on here? Didn't Elena find Logan? Wasn't she too sad so she stayed in the Brown family? Why did she look like she had known Logan was safe and sound?
There was a flash of fierce light in Yolanda's eyes. She knew what happened. Elena and Logan had been acting from the beginning! Elena tricked them into believing that Logan was dead!
"Elena!" Yolanda rose from the ground and rushed to her with hate and anger. "You lied to me! You lied to us!!"
But before she touched Elena, Yolanda was pushed aside by a strong force.
Logan cradled Elena in his arms, his cold eyes resting on Yolanda. "Who allowed you to touch her?"
"Brother..." Yolanda mumbled to him and she was afraid to look at him.
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