It’s Not Your Pault 

After that, Emelie began her true recovery, 

Her daily routine and diet returned to normal. After her regular check–ups and medication, she finally gathered the courage to ask the questions she had previously avoided. She requested Marcel from Wesley to come and explain what had happened the day Greta was attacked 

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In the living room, a maid brought two cups of tea. Emelle and Wesley sat on a long sota while Marcel stood in front of them. 

At Emelie’s inquiry, Marcel first glanced at Wesley. After he received a nod from Wesley, Marcel bowed deeply to Emelie and expressed his remorse. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Hoven. I failed to complete my mission and rescue Mrs. Hoven!” Marcel said. 

Emelie’s voice was grave as she said, “I want to hear the details.” Property © of .

Marcel nodded. “William had Mrs. Hoven guarded very tightly. We were discovered before we even left the hospital.” 

To avoid drawing attention, they hadn’t dared to deploy a large team for the rescue. Only four people were involved. 

When they were pursued, Marcel quickly handed Greta over to one of his subordinates. “Take Mrs. Hoven to Silverbrook. Someone will meet you there! We’ll draw them aw 

“Understood!” the subordinatesaid. 

Although they were few in number, they were well–trained and well–coordinated. The one who took Greta away, along with the nurse who had previously communicated with Emelie, disguised herself as Greta and joined Marcel in diverting the pursuers. 

The chase was set in a hospital and the bustling city. As such, Marcel’s team and the pursuers wanted to avoid drawing attention. Thus, the chase remained low–profile When the crowd was dense, they walked briskly. When it was sparse, they ran swiftly. They mingled with the crowd without attracting anyone’s attention. Once they left the hospital, they headed into an alley. The alley was crisscrossed, and they split into three routes to scatter the pursuers 

They planned to regroup at the next intersection. By then, they had already successfully lost the pursuers. 

“Did Isaac get Gabriel and Mrs. Hoven yet? Marcel asked urgently 

The nurse shook her head. “Isaac said he hasn’t seen Gabriel yet” 

What was going on? Had Gabriel not taken Greta to Silverbrook? 

Marcel frowned. He sensed something was off. Was it possible the pursuers were aware of their diversion, or had Gabriel encountered another problem? 

Not wanting to delay any further, Marcel immediately led his team back to search for Gabriel and Greta. 

They all had communication devices, and Marcel called Gabriel on the device 

At first, there was no response, but eventually, it connected 

Gabriel’s voice was tense. “We’re being chased by a group of men! Damn it! They’re ruthless! They want us dead!” 

The pursuers weren’t that aggressive. They seemed only to want to capture them. Why had things escalated to deadly force? 

In such an urgent situation, Marcel didn’t have time for more questions. “Where are you?” 

“We’re in Amberfield We split from Mrs. Hoven to distract them! Lean’t find her now!” Gabriel said. 

What did he just say

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Marcel’s heart leaped to his throat. “Find Mrs. Hoven immediately! We’re on our way!” 

The distance was short, so Marcel’s team quickly arrived 

The area was a commercial street, which was crowded with cars and pedestrians. They searched anxiously until the nurse shouted, “Over there!” 

Marcel looked and saw Greta alone on the street, looking panicked and stumbling around.. 

They rushed toward Oreta, but suddenly, several cars appeared and blocked their way. 

During the chaos, Marcel saw a man run past Greta and knocked her to the ground. He then stole something from her before fleeing away. 

Greta lay on the ground, not moving 

Marcel realized the severity of the situation and agilely climbed over the car hood, which caused some bystanders to let out startled gasps. He no longer cared about keeping a low profile and ran straight for Greta 

He picked up Greta “Mrs. Hoven! Mrs. Hoven! Are you alright?” 

A constant beeping sound came from Greta’s body, and her face was ashen. She wealdly clutched Marcel’s clothes. “Ime… Eme…” 

Marcel quickly reassured her, “Yes! Ms. Hoven is waiting for you! Hold on! I’ll take you to the hospital for treatment!” 

Marcel carried Greta, but she knew her condition was dire. The battery for her artificial heart had been stolen, and there was no time left. 

She heard her battery’s countdown ticking. Five, four, three. This was also her life’s countdown 

She opened her mouth. This was her final moment. What should she say to Eme, whom she cared for deeply? what could she say to honor their mother–daughter bond? Geeta said, “L I don’t blame you. Your father doesn’t blame you either Eme, it’s not your fault.”