Chapter1432ThatPersonCannotBeLeftAlone


    Emmeline shared the situation with Abel, prompting him to express immediate concern. “How can


    someone from such a dysfunctional family enter into marriage? The family dynamics are utterly chaotic!


    Albus mother’s behavior must have been improper since her youth,” he said.


    She sighed. “I’m at a loss. My mother won’t believe me. She’ll use me of fabricating lies to escape


    marriage, and finding witnesses is nearly impossible.”


    He embraced her tightly, locking eyes with her. “Emma” he said with determination. “I can’t dwell on all


    that anymore. My priority is to protect you.”


    “Abel,” she implored, her anxiety palpable. “What do you propose we do?”


    Abel’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke, “I won’t let you return to Albus just to save Aunt Kimberly. I


    strongly disagree! I’ll confront him about this, and it marks the end of your association with the Zeller


    family,”


    Emmeline paled and protested, “No, Abell My mother won’t be able to handle it. If something happens


    to her because of this, can you imagine how I would ever forgive you? Could I go on living? I can’t let


    my mother know about the rejection from the Zeller family.”


    He furrowed his brows, remaining silent as he contemted the situation. You’re right, he thought. Aunt


    Kimberly might not be able to change her ways. If something happens because she can’t ept it, how


    will Emma be able to continue living?


    He felt the weight of the decision and said, “So, am I just supposed to stand by and watch, not caring,


    and seeing you beg Albus again?” His heart felt as though it was shattering. “Emma, by breaking my


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    heart, are you requesting my life?”


    I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Emmeline sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. “There’s no other way! I can’t let


    my mother get into trouble. I can’t hurt her anymore; she can’t handle it.”


    His mind raced with desperation, and he wondered, What else can I do? He held her trembling body.


    overwhelmed by despair for the first time.


    After lunch, Emmeline answered Vernon’s call and headed to the World Trade Building.


    Sitting on the couch, Abel lit a cigarette, and with a thin mist of smoke in the air, he made a phone call


    “Where are you?” he asked, his voice low.


    “I’m at the shop.” The person on the other end, a man with a hoarse voice, replied, “What’s going on?”


    –


    “Help me take care of someone,” Abel said with a dangerous glint in his eyes.


    The person chuckled. “You’re decent, but do you need to do this?”


    “I have no choice!” Abel insisted. “That person must be dealt with.”


    “Come over,” the person said in a hushed tone. “This matter can only be discussed in person.”


    Abel extinguished the half–smoked cigarette in the ashtray and grabbed the car keys to the Santana


    before leaving.


    An hourter, he arrived at Centennial, the most remote of the twenty–one townships in Altney. Despite


    its size, the town had only two intersecting streets, with a scattering of a dozen or so small shops. It


    included a department store, a music and video shop, and a trendy digital camera gallery.


    He parked alongside the road and discreetly entered apact music and video store. Though


    rtively small, the store housed various audiovisual products on its shelves. As he navigated the


    narrow aisle, he brushed past another custoiner.


    “I’m here, someone within the store announced.


    “Mr. James,” Abel greeted as he stepped further inside.


    In the dimly lit corner, a small desk upied by Mr. James came into view. Behind him, a small ss


    window allowed only the silhouette of his imposing figure to be visible, obscuring his face.


    “Please, take a seat, James invited from the shadows.


    Abel settled onto a round stool facing the unassuming desk.


    “Are the items I brought backst time still in good working condition?” James inquired.


    “I took them mostly for amusement; they weren’t necessary,” Abel responded.


    “They are all equipment utilized by the Myrindor mercenaries, top–of–the–line gear, James exined.


    It became evident that James was the supplier of the stun baton that Abel had given to Emmeline some


    time ago.


    “It could be quite a hassle if one had to use such items daily Abel mused.


    “The stun baton is not a big deal, James said, “but the one that can emit smoke? It’s not suitable for me


    anymore. Others want it, but it’s not easy to get it now.”


    –“Let’s keep it for a while,” Abel said. “What if ites in handy?”


    “You said you want to deal with someone personally?” James sneered, “You’re a serious person. You


    should weigh your options carefully.”


    “I don’t believe that besides me, there hasn’t been any other serious person who hase here. Abel


    scoffed.


    “There have been, James threw a cigarette at him. “But I don’t want you to get involved in this mess!”


    “But I have to get involved!” Abel said. “That person cannot be left alone!”


    “I owe you my life,” James said. “So, if you need assistance, I’ll do my best to help