Chapter 34

Tarquin quickly positioned himself in front of the door, blocking the only exit.

Elijah, realizing he was trapped, grew even more irate. He began to hurl objects around the room with

reckless abandon.

The decorative knick–knacks, theforter, and pillows from the bed, the rm clock from the

nightstand, clothes from the wardrobe… even the bowl of spaghetti Tarquin had just brought in.

Anything that could be thrown was thrown; anything that could be smashed was smashed.

Unsatisfied with the destruction, he grabbed a fork from the floor and jabbed it towards his own wrist.

Tarquin was terrified and lunged to embrace him. “Elijah!”

Elijah fought back wildly, desperate to break free. When he couldn’t, he began to scream, “Ahh! Ahh!

Ahh…”

Each cry was angrier than thest. His whole body trembled, teeth grinding audibly. After a fierce

struggle, Elijah suddenly fainted.

Tarquin’s pupils dted in panic. “Elijah!”

He scooped up Elijah and rushed downstairs.

Heath was startled. “Sir, what’s happened to the young

“Call Benjamin, get the car ready, to the hospital, now!”

master?”

After a harrowing half–hour at the hospital, Elijah’s condition finally stabilized.

Benjamin was sweating bullets, “He’s okay now. Thank goodness you got him here in

time.”

Tarquin sat by the hospital bed, gazing at Elijah’s pale face, his heart aching with worry. Benjamin

spoke up, “Elijah’s condition is getting worse. We can’t go on like this, Tarquin. Are you sure you don’t

want to let Ms. Thorne have a go? I still think she’s trustworthy. Maybe she can get through to Elijah.”

Tarquin frowned, lost in thought for a moment before replying, “Let’s wait a little longer. Arrange for

someone else to look after Elijah for now.”

He hadn’t finished his investigation and couldn’t risk it. Elijah was his life, and he wouldn’t allow anyone

potentially dangerous to get close. There were too many red gs about

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Ely; he couldn’t just trust her.

Benjamin didn’t know what exactly Tarquin was waiting for and didn’t press further, simply nodding in

resignation. “By the way, N’s also in the hospital, injured her hand and leg. pretty badly. Broke her

leg, actually.”

Tarquin’s brow furrowed. “What happened?”

“Word is she got beaten up.”

As soon as Benjamin finished his sentence, Tarquin’s phone rang. It was N calling.

She was sobbing. “Tarquin, I just heard Elijah’s been brought to the hospital. What’s wrong? Is it

serious? Did he have another episode? I’m here, too. I want to see him, but the doctors won’t let me

leave my bed. I’m so worried about Elijah; it’s killing me.”

Listening to her crocodile tears, Tarquin felt annoyed but managed to keep his temper in check,

“He’s fine now. You don’t need toe over. Just focus on healing.”

“So you know I’m hurt, huh? Can youe and see me?”

A flicker of irritation crossed Tarquin’s eyes, but he agreed, “I’ll be there in a bit.”

After hanging up, Tarquin gave Benjamin a few instructions and left to see N.

The moment N saw him, her eyes welled up with tears, which began to fall in earnest,

“Tarquin, how’s Elijah? I’m really worried about him.”

Ignoring her tears, Tarquin sat down. “You don’t need to worry about Elijah. Just take care of yourself.”

N dabbed at her eyes. “Tarquin… have you… have you fallen for that woman?”

“Who?”

“The one who kissed you at the bar today.”

Tarquin’s brows knitted together in silence.

With her eyes still red, N said, “You never used to let women get close to you, let alone kiss you.

Except for me, there were no women who could even stand shoulder–to–shoulder with you. But today,

you let her kiss you…”

The image of Elysia kissing him shed through Tarquin’s mind. His expression darkened, his voice

cold. “It was an ident.”