Chapter 1734


    A series of heart-rending shrieks were hearding from an apartment at an unspecified location.


    “Hang in there, Your Majesty. They should be returning with the medication in a bit…”


    Though she had suffered burns of her own, Monisha endured her own physical pain to offer Nancy


    comfort.


    Being the first time Nancy had ever been that aggrieved, her hatred for Aaron had thus reached boiling


    point. She would not have been made to suffer so much if not for him.


    What made it worse was that he had actually instructed the hospital to turn away bum victims, and


    clinics to decline selling medication for the treatment of burns. To her, he was obviously trying to push


    her to the brink.


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    Outside, in the living room, Linda looked toward the Duke and shook her head. “We can’t purchase any


    medication for treating burns anywhere.”


    The Duke’s dour mood was palpable on his face.


    It is truly unexpected that this king would be so devious as to use such means to force the queen


    mother to reveal herself.


    Scoffing, he then knocked on Nancy’s door. “That grandson of yours seems to have inherited your


    ruthlessness. I think you may have to endure it, as it looks likely that we won’t be able to acquire


    treatment options no matter where we look.”


    Nancy’s fingers tightened against themselves when she heard his words from where she was inside


    the room.


    “Do you still have my phone?” she asked through gritted teeth.


    The Duke motioned to Linda with his eyes, and thetter picked up Nancy‘s phone. Opening the door,


    she passed that along to Nancy before she backed out and closed off ess to thetter’s room


    behind herself.


    ***


    Over at the Nighy residence, Matthew had been seated inside his study ever since he learned that


    Nancy had been burned to death. He was unable to wrap his head around how the woman he had


    made love to just a few days ago could have abruptly met such a fiery end.


    How did the prison catch fire?


    There hasn’t been an instance of such a disaster in decades, so how could one have suddenly gone off


    less than two days into Nancy’s incarceration?


    He had his doubts about how the whole affair came about, with Arron, in particr, being his prime


    suspect.


    Can he really not tolerate Nancy’s existence?


    He was already nning to approach her in a couple of days with the aim of convincing her to


    relinquish the power she wielded in view of enjoying her own retirement.


    So what’s the rush? At the end of the day, she’s still his own grandmother. Isn’t there any room at all


    left in his heart for her?


    Melissa felt terrible seeing how her husband had shut himself away inside his study after learning of


    Nancy’s passing,


    She had been in the belief that she had managed to touch his heart and move him, only to realize that


    she had moved only herself, for he had only demonstrated himself to be that much more attached to


    the other woman.


    Silently, Melissa stood before the door to the study while a tear rolled off the corner of her closed eyes.


    “From this day on, I am no longer in love with you, Matthew…”


    Melissa turned around and headed downstairs. This time, she had well and truly given up on him.


    Less than a few minutes after her departure, Matthew’s phone started ringing. That ruckus did enough


    to bring him back to his senses. When he picked up the phone to have a closer look at the disy,


    what he saw made him shoot up to his feet.


    Isn’t she dead? How is she still able to call me?


    Bereft of the courage to answer, he clutched the phone in his hands until the caller hung up.


    Just as he was contemting, whoever was in possession of Nancy’s phone called in again. He


    lowered his head and still dared not answer it when he saw that it was made from that same number.


    It was a rey of the same scenario over and over between him and the caller until a text message


    came ining up to the fifth or sixth time he failed to pick up. What he saw of its contents


    immediately caused his eyes to widen in astonishment.


    Scarcely believing what he was seeing, he rubbed his own eyes before he read on. A thorough


    examination of the contents of the message then left him inexplicably overwhelmed.


    Suddenly, the phone went off again, and this time, he picked it up and responded without hesitation.


    “Why didn’t you answer any of my calls, Matthew?” Nancy was a little miffed at failing to reach him


    repeatedly.


    It was only upon hearing Nancy’s own voice that Matthew was duly convinced that she indeed still


    lived.


    Before he could seek an exnation for how that came to be, he heard Nancy say, “Matthew, I need


    your help with something…”