CHAPTER 731: CHAPTER 731: A DILEMMA

Franklin Faulkner snapped his fingers, and the image of Eleanor Sterling appeared on the projected screen in the private room.

She was trapped in an empty room, sitting helplessly on the sofa, looking frail and pitiful.

Alaric Faulkner’s eyes narrowed, and his expression turned cold.

He looked at Franklin Faulkner and said, "I don’t want to take action against you, so don’t provoke me, or I can’t guarantee what I’ll do."

Franklin Faulkner’s expression darkened slightly, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. Alaric Faulkner was indeed formidable, and he had provoked him many times before without retaliation, likely because Alaric considered their blood relationship.

If he really harmed Eleanor Sterling, who knows if Alaric Faulkner would go crazy with revenge, and that would certainly not be worth it. He had yet to see the Faulkner Family suffer in pain and regret.

Franklin Faulkner clicked his tongue and said, "Because Eleanor Sterling is pregnant, the poison in your body transferred to her child."

He curled his lips into a smile, "Do you know what the consequence is? She will die if she takes the child out, and she will die if she gives birth to the child, so do you want her to keep the child or not?"

This is a dilemma, no matter which option, it cannot completely isolate the blood transmission.

Alaric Faulkner’s body froze, and at this moment, he felt extremely thankful. If Fenrir hadn’t come looking for him today, he would have probably arranged for a doctor to operate on Eleanor Sterling.

The consequences by then would have been unbearable for him.

At least now, Eleanor Sterling is still safe.

Alaric Faulkner looked at Franklin Faulkner and asked, "Where’s the antidote?"

"There isn’t one."

Franklin Faulkner lowered his gaze. Even if there was an antidote, he wouldn’t give it to Alaric Faulkner. How would he continue his game if he did?

Alaric Faulkner didn’t want to say much more to Franklin Faulkner and directly asked, "Where is she?"

"In the next room."

Alaric Faulkner turned and walked out. The guards at the door did not stop him. Franklin Faulkner watched the screen as Alaric Faulkner rushed in, picked up Eleanor Sterling, and left quickly.

"Our game has started." He curved his lips into a chilling smile.

...

Eleanor Sterling’s mind was still a bit disoriented; she knew it was the effect of the incense and was thinking about how to escape when the door suddenly opened.

A tall figure entered like a god descending.

Against the light, Eleanor Sterling couldn’t see who it was, and she couldn’t help but step back.

The person quickly approached her, then reached out and picked her up. When she felt the warm and familiar embrace, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Alaric Faulkner.

"Eleanor, don’t be afraid." Alaric Faulkner’s deep voice sounded by her ear, and Eleanor Sterling felt a lump in her throat.

This statement from Alaric Faulkner made her feel very secure.

Seeing Eleanor Sterling on the verge of tears, Alaric Faulkner couldn’t help but laugh, "Why are you crying again?"

Eleanor Sterling hummed softly, "I’m pregnant, isn’t it normal to be emotional?"

Alaric Faulkner sighed helplessly.

"Who brought me here? And how did you find this place?" Eleanor Sterling felt she had just arrived, yet Alaric Faulkner appeared.

Compared to the last time, his speed was astonishing, unless he was nearby.

"Yes, I was indeed nearby, so I came to rescue you as soon as I knew you were in danger."

Smart Eleanor Sterling immediately realized that Fenrir must have found Alaric Faulkner and then captured her.

She grabbed Alaric Faulkner and asked, "Was it Fenrir? What does he want to do? Did he say anything to you?"

Recalling Franklin Faulkner’s words, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes grew heavy, and he pressed his thin lips together without speaking.

"Let me get you out of here first; it’s not safe here."

"Okay." Eleanor Sterling leaned against him, feeling somewhat exhausted.