Chapter 1500


    Ian was a man who preferred to keep to himself, as he was wary of the risks that came with too many


    connections. Yet, after witnessing Quentin''s skill in concealing identities, he swiftly changed his mind.


    Since his people had infiltrated the ind, the actions would be much smoother from here on.


    At the dinner table, neither he nor hispanion touched their food. They just sat for half an hour


    before a servant came to show them to their respective rooms for some rest.


    Timothy and Rp had hoped to have a further chat with Quentin, but he brushed them off by iming


    fatigue.


    As Ian passed by Maja''s room, he nced inside. The window had been reinforced, with the curtains


    drawn shut. Nothing was visible.


    After spending a short while in his own room, he heard the sounds of celebration outside – the nging


    of bells and the beating of drums. Soon enough, there was a knock on his door.


    Opening it, he found a servant holding a tray of celebratory sweets.


    "Sir, there''s a joyous asion in the house, and the master invites you all to partake in these sweets."


    "What''s the asion?"


    "Mr. Patric is getting married."


    Married? To whom?


    Was it to one of the eligible Bradshaw women?


    But it was hard to believe Patric, with his nature, would settle his lifelong affairs so hastily, on an ind


    like this.


    A troubling thought crossed Ian''s mind, but he dismissed it quickly. It wasn''t like Patric to pull off


    something like that.


    While Patric''s goals were still unclear to him, Ian sensed from his past experiences that he wouldn''t


    force Maja into marriage, especially given her condition. Patric was too proud a man to y the role of


    a convenient father.


    Clutching the sweets, Ian frowned with concern.


    At Quentin''s ce, his bodyguard t-out refused the sweets.


    Quentin, not even having seen the sweets, approached the locked room wearing a mask.


    He questioned the Bradshaw family''s guard standing nearby.


    "Who''s being kept in here?"


    "Mr. Patric''s beloved. She''s a bit unwell, mentally, so she needs to be confined, or she might wander


    off."


    "So, is Patric marrying her?"


    "Yes."


    Almost instantly, Quentin was sure that Maja was inside.


    He summoned Timothy, with a voice icy cold.


    "Open the door."


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    "Sir, this..."


    "Open it."


    Timothy, not daring to defy themand, ordered the servant to unlock the door immediately.


    Every family head knew of the formidable power behind the Elder. Once, a family of medium repute


    had defied the Elder, only to be exterminated within an hour without a trace left behind. The power


    seemed to spring from the ground itself.


    The lesson was clear, and since then, no one dared cross the Elder.


    Quentin stepped into the room, which was filled with a sweet aroma.


    He looked towards the bed.


    Therey a woman, with her hands ced in front of her, seemingly asleep.


    It was Maja.


    Quentin gestured for everyone to leave, "Step out, all of you."


    "Elder, I''ll be back in five minutes."


    Once the door closed, Quentin bent down to check on Maja. Updаted at Drамanоvels.cом


    Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, but that was all.


    Quentin wanted to call out her name, but hesitated, fearing that she would recognize him.


    "Ms. Pennyfeather?" he whispered, altering his voice.


    Yet Maja did not respond.


    Quentin reached for her arm, finding it rigid as if struck by a paralyzing point.