Chapter 1295

Once Rita was safely out of the way, Elliana faced the surging guards, a faint smirk lifting her lips. As the first wave closed in, she stepped forward and dove straight into the chaos.

The living room erupted into a storm of bodies. Tables shattered, chairs cracked, and priceless vases exploded into pieces as guards were thrown in every direction. Shouts, thuds, and breaking wood echoed through the villa like rolling thunder. The noise was so intense that it finally reached Kaleb. He was in a nearby villa with Edgar and Elsie, explaining that he had invited Milena over.

Since falling ill, Edgar had seen countless experts, yet his health had only grown worse. Having lost all hope of a cure, he was deeply skeptical of any more so-called miracle doctors. Kaleb patiently listed Milena’s achievements, especially the removal of the blood clot from former King Howell’s brain.

Edgar knew Howell’s condition well. Realizing this was the same doctor who had healed Howell brought a spark of hope back into his eyes, and he agreed to meet Milena. Elsie was thrilled, eager to meet the legendary physician.

But before they could discuss further, the butler burst in.

“Something terrible has happened! It’s about Dr. Atkinson!” he gasped.

Kaleb shot up.

“What? What happened?”

The butler, still out of breath, wiped sweat from his face.

“I’m not sure, but you must come quickly. It’s chaos!”

Kaleb didn’t wait for another word. He was already running out the door.

Edgar and Elsie traded a worried look and hurried after him, the butler and several servants following behind.

When they reached the villa where Milena stayed, the doors were thrown wide open. Just as Kaleb, Edgar, and Elsie stepped inside, a lone guard was hurled through the air, landing in a heap at their feet.

Then everything fell still.

The living room was a disaster. Broken furniture littered the floor, and dozens of guards lay scattered across it, groaning in pain. The place looked like a battlefield.

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With their bodyguards scattered like broken toys across the floor, Amilia and Karlee stood exposed and vulnerable. Fear drained the color from their faces as they contemplated what horrors awaited them.

The moment the final guard crashed to the floor, both women spun on their heels to escape—only to find Kaleb, Edgar, and Elsie approaching. To Amilia and Karlee, the three newcomers arrived like salvation itself. They threw themselves forward, dissolving into hysterical tears as grievances poured from their lips in a frantic torrent.

Coming from Karlee—young and lovely, her beauty marred only by desperation—the tearful performance bordered on believable. But watching Amilia, a woman of her years, adopt the same histrionics transformed the entire spectacle into something grotesque.

Terror loosened their tongues into incoherent babbling. After enduring what seemed an eternity of frantic gibberish, Kaleb, Edgar, and Elsie stood utterly bewildered by what had unfolded.

Kaleb’s patience snapped. He swept his gaze across the wreckage, his features hardening into a scowl.

“Either finish your crying and speak afterward, or swallow those tears and tell us clearly what happened!”

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