Chapter 1847

My evil uncle was cruel to me, but Moss looked after me and helped me escape, Melon said, his gaze lowering.
But then my evil uncles followers started firing at Moss and me.
Moss told me to hide, and then, he was shot..
Moss saved you? Holden reacted with surprise.
Melon nodded, his memory jogged by the mention.
Dad, I need to go to the cabin, he said, pointing towards the cabin door.
After hearing that Moss might be inside the cabin, Holden commanded his men to break open the cabin door.
The moment the door swung open, Melon wriggled out of Holdens embrace and dashed inside to look for Moss.
He discovered Moss slumped over in a chair, a high-quality jade bracelet in his hand.
On the table, there was a bottle of pills with no label… Melon was about to approach Moss, but Shawn was quicker.
Shawn checked for signs of life in Moss and then noticed the bottle of pills on the table.
He turned to Holden and said, Mr. Frederick, Moss is dead.
Melons eyes were locked on Moss, his voice trembling with disbelief as he said, Shawn, is Moss really dead? Shawns face remained calm.
Yes, Melon.
Hes gone.
A sharp pang shot through Melon as his heart refused to accept the truth.
No! Thats impossible! Moss cant be dead-he wont die! He cant die! In a sudden burst of emotion, Melon shoved Shawn aside, stumbling forward as tears welled up in his eyes.
He approached Moss, shaking him desperately as if to jolt him back to life.
Just days ago, Moss had survived a vicious shootout with those criminals.
He had taken a bullet and still pulled through.
How could he be dead now? It just didnt add up.
This had to be some cruel joke, right? Moss was probably just messing with him, pretending to be dead.
Moss, please wake up! Melon pleaded, his vision blurring.
We can go home now.
Come back to Eleymond with me, okay? If you dont want me to visit you in the future, I wont.
Just please, dont be dead.
But Moss remained still, his body growing colder by the minute.
Shawn watched as Melon wept over Moss.
He glanced at Holden, silently asking for guidance.
Holden stood tall, one hand in his pocket, observing the scene.
After a moment, he stepped forward and pulled Melon into his arms.
Dont cry, Holden said.
Moss wouldnt want to see you Like this.
Melon sniffled, wiping his eyes. Youre right.
He… He hated seeing me cry.
He looked up at his father, his voice low.
Dad, can we take Moss back with us? Holden nodded.
It seemed Moss had indeed taken good care of Melon during this time; otherwise, Melon wouldnt be so heartbroken over his death.
He turned to Shawn, his voice calm but authoritative.
Clean up the boat.
Prepare Moss body for transport to Mercy Hospital.
Shawn replied, Understood.
Half an hour later, the cruise ship docked.
A fleet of black SUVs awaited Holden and the others, surrounded by a sea of security guards.