Chapter 1644:

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Jarrod had insisted on treatment outside the country, worried that someone might try to harm Alec if he stayed. This unknown person appeared to be pulling the strings behind the scenes, likely orchestrating the entire series of events.

But what exactly was the mastermind’s objective? That remained unknown. Jarrod suppressed his emotions, anticipating the next move of the mysterious individual.

Conor remarked, “Recently, I discovered that a janitor found a pen on the floor. She took it home for her grandson because it looked nice. When I questioned her about anything amiss, she recalled the incident.”

Displaying the pen from the janitor, Conor stated, “Here it is.”

Jarrod examined the pen, noting its weight and value. It closely resembled his usual personal pens, but Alec seldom indulged in writing. When he did, he preferred whatever was convenient. It was uncommon for him to carry such an upscale pen.

This pen contradicted Alec’s rough demeanor.

ᗰσ𝓇𝑒 υ𝐩𝓭𝑎𝓉𝑒𝓈 ι𝐧 ɢ𝒶𝐥𝓷𝑜𝐯𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

Conor shared Jarrod’s perspective and continued, “Alec never wielded such a pen. Upon investigation, it’s identified as one favored by the Uchaesau royal family, commanding a hefty sum.

Most individuals disregard the brand of a pen, yet this implies the owner engages in writing-related endeavors, utilizing such a pen frequently. Even if his refinement is feigned, it’s a facade he diligently maintains.”

Conor’s astute analysis hit the mark, providing a clearer depiction of the elusive mastermind behind the scenes.

“If this is a noble’s pen, then its users in Ardlens should be scarce. Investigate the Uchaesau orders thoroughly, exploring any potential ties to Ardlens,” Jarrod directed.

This individual had always eluded detection. The sole lead they had—the pen—offered little promise. While they operated in plain sight, the mysterious individual lurked in the shadows, placing them at a disadvantage.

Jarrod silently vowed to apprehend this mysterious individual before Nicole’s childbirth, neutralizing the threat.

“And locate Jamie,” Jarrod commanded. Jamie likely held connections to this mysterious figure; otherwise, she wouldn’t have intruded into his life, possibly acting under their directives.

Now, Jarrod entertained suspicions that everyone around him might be entangled with this mysterious individual. He pondered the type of person capable of intertwining such a myriad of characters.

The ingenuity behind this individual’s methods intrigued him. And what vendetta drove this person to such extreme lengths? Every aspect remained veiled in obscurity.

Nicole entered Rhett’s ward. He still had an IV attached, appearing quite frail.

Concerned, Nicole inquired, “Mr. Bates, are you running a fever today?”

“A slight one, but nothing too severe,” Rhett responded.

“I brought you some congee. I noticed you had quite the appetite yesterday.”

Before arriving, Nicole had brought takeout. Spotting the discarded lunch box in Rhett’s trash made her feel remorseful.

With no one by his side, Rhett lay solitary in the hospital.

Rhett said in a low voice, “Just leave it here. I’ll eat it later.”

Nicole, eager to assist, said, “If you’re hungry, I can open it for you and set it up here. It would make eating easier for you.”

“That would be helpful,” Rhett replied, not declining.

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