Chapter 587

Madeline:

“My father is what?” Graham asked, sounding depressed on the other side. His voice shook as he mentioned his father.

“I had received the news earlier that your father had a very bad fall. He might be taking his last breaths, and Graham, you need to go see him before it is too late.” I spoke softly, feeling guilt rise in me.

I knew it was never easy for anyone to hear that something had happened to their father or a parental figure.

And right now, Graham’s world was already falling apart.

I did not feel anything particularly strong for him.

Even in the live footage, I had seen him forcing himself on Sherry.

It only felt strange to me that if he was not caught and time ran out, he could

become dangerous for all of us.

That was the only thing I feared.

“What? My father is…” he asked in a shaky tone.

“Yeah, you need to go and see him,” I replied, swallowing hard.

“Are you going to see your father?” I asked again to confirm.

However, he suddenly cut off the call.

I immediately called the main warriors who were looking for him and let them know that he had called me and might be coming to see his father.

After I cut the call, I leaned back in the seat and sighed in relief.

Hopefully, he will be caught, Ron will be released, Baxter will wake up in two days, and I will finally be able to focus on the sickness and get rid of it once and for all.

But as the home started to arrive, and as I entered Ron’s pack and neared the house, something began to bother me.

“Thank you so much,” I told the driver, watching him drive away as I looked for the keys in my purse.

However, as I reached the main door, I noticed something that instantly set alarm bells ringing in my head.

The front door was open, and it was not locked. As soon as I touched it, it swung open.

My heart started pounding rapidly.

I quickly scanned the garden, but there was nothing there.

The main fence was closed, but it was small enough for anyone to jump over.

Then I thought maybe Yuvonne had stepped outside to get some fresh air.

Ever since she found out that Ron would be free today, a thousand questions must have been running through her mind.

I hurried inside.

With heavy steps, I moved further in, my heart pounding hard against my temples.

As soon as I reached the bedroom, I felt like something was extremely wrong.

Without stopping, I stepped forward and entered the room.

When my children had started throwing up, Yuvonne and I had carried them and laid them in our bedroom.

At that moment, they were still asleep.

I went to my children first. They were both sleeping, but as the light fell over them,

my eyes suddenly moved to the side.

To the side, where Yuvonne was lying under the blanket with them.

I could tell she was beneath it, but the white blanket was completely soaked in red blood.

I immediately held the blanket and pulled it off, and the sight left me in a violent whirlwind.

“No,” I whispered, unable to even scream.

There lay Yuvonne, shot with bullets, in my bed, in my place, right next to my children, just before she could meet her husband.

“No, no!” I started to scream, then covered my mouth as I noticed my children waking up.

This is not right. This is not right.

“Yuvonne, please… oh, what happened?” I muttered to myself, my hands shaking as

I approached her, trying to wake her up.

Then my eyes moved to the door.

I rushed out and ran upstairs.

“Lord Jonah! Lord Jonah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, reaching the door and slamming my hands against it.

The door opened, and Lady Eugenia stood there, tiredly rubbing her eyes and glaring at me.

“Don’t you

we take sleep

medications? Why are you banging on our door at this hour of the night?” she snapped, her voice more tired than angry.

I started pointing downstairs.

“Yuvonne…” I whispered.

“Oh, what did she do now?” Lady Eugenia asked, rolling her eyes.

Her arms folded over her chest, showing she did not care about anything or anyone.

“She’s been shot! She’s been shot in

the bed

Cried, and as the words

left my mouth, the reality began to hit Lady Eugenia.

“What do you mean she was shot?” she asked, her posture breaking.

Her hands moved to her sides, her face tightening with fear.

“She was shot in the bed, right next to my children!” I said, whimpering and wheezing.

“I need to call the hospital,” I added, rushing downstairs again.

I thought Lord Jonah and I could take her, but now I would have to wait for the

ambulance.

“Wait, how could she get shot here?

Does that mean someone entered

and our lives are in danger?”

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Lady Eugenia say, her voice filled with concern.

Even in a situation like this, I felt disappointed.

She was thinking about herself first.