Chapter 1285 Gordon eyed Arabella as she emerged in her white pajamas, his gaze quickly darting away.
"Miss Bella, I'll stand guard outside tonight. You should get srest." “There's no need,” she dismissed, “Even if ten more showed up, they wouldn't be a match for me. Go home" “I'll leave you to rest then, Miss Bella." Gordon closed the door, with his heart fluttering like a hummingbird.
The next morning, Arabella woke to find Gordon dozing by her bedroom door.
"Why didn't you go home?" "Miss Bella, you're awake.” Gordon straightened up immediately, "I couldn't rest until | knew you were safe. I'll go report to Mr.
Bard now.
Arabella found the boy's loyalty surprising and gave him a nod of approval.
In the absence of six men, the mansion was steeped in anxiety.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt breakfast, Arabella noticed the servants’ unease, their fear palpable.
It seemed her presence had disrupted the peace of the household.
Seeing their apprehension, Arabella spoke in a calming tone, “Don't be scared. Have a seat and join me." Her words, however, brought tears to the servants’ eyes. They weren't hungry. They were scared that Arabella would label them as traitors and have Gordon arrest them.
"Miss Bella, | hope the breakfast | made is to your liking." After Arabella had eaten the dinner prepared by Arthur and Bowen last night, they were arrested.
So, this morning, no one dared to make her breakfast.
In the end, it was Abbey who gathered the courage.
Terrified that if Miss Bella found it unsatisfactory, she might be next.
"Miss Bella, are Arthur and the others really traitors?" A servant asked.
“Last night, | saw Gordon surrounding the mansion and taking away Arthur and five others. Someone said they were traitors.
"Miss Bella, are they spies planted by the enemy close to the master?" Several pairs of eyes were fixed on Arabella. The servants were waiting her answer.
Arabella replied with a simple ‘yes; and continued eating.
The servants were in disbelief.
They never would have thought that Arthur, Bowen, and the others, who seemed so loyal, harbored ill intentions.
And Mr. Elliot.
They hadn't seen Mr. Elliot since last night.
Could it be that Mr. Elliot was also a traitor? "Miss Bella, will Mr. Elliot return?" A servant asked timicdly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Elliot was their pillar.
What if he didn't return? "He's not coming back,” Arabella said.
The servants were unaware of what had happened at the hospital last night.
But from Arabella's words, they could guess something had happened, one of them muttered, "I didn't expect this from Mr. Elliot.
he risked his life to protect Mr. Bard, and Mr. Bard trusted him wholeheartedly." "Mr. Elliot saved my uncle?" Arabella asked, raising an eyebrow.
The servant nodded, "Back then, a gang tried to attack Mr. Bard. Mr. Elliot took a knife for him. If the knife had gone just a millimeter deeper, Mr. Elliot wouldn't have survived. If it weren't for Mr. Elliot buying them time, Mr.
Bard might not have escaped." At this point, Arabella's phone vibrated. It was a call from one of her subordinates.
"Boss, half a year ago, there was indeed a food stall near the Tala desert, run by a woman. But she left after about a month. Locals say she was an outsider, and no one knows where she went. Usually, locals don't set up stalls there because of the sandstorms.
When the woman set up her stall, skind-hearted people warned her, but she seemed adamant about staying there." Arabella’s eyes darkened a bit. Just as she suspected, the story about the woman, her incompetent husband, and their sick child, was all a lie, a ploy to harm her grandfather. They probably retreated when her grandfather's reinforcements arrived.
"Keep investigating their whereabouts. Also, look into who knew about my grandparents’ travel itinerary half a year ago."