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    Chapter 2460


    The atmosphere in the hospital room was stifling.


    M and Quentin stood frozen, staring at Be in utter shock.


    "Ms. Be, you... You knew all along that the boy was Young Master Hugh?" Quentin''s voice trembled with disbelief.


    "Yes." Be pressed her lips together, lowering hershes. "Last time, when Ralph took his cigarette butt for a DNA test... We already knew the results."


    "So you and Ralph both knew that he was my Hugh... Yet you conspired to keep it from me?!" M stepped forward, her shoulders shaking, her eyes were red with restrained emotion.


    A pang of guilt pierced Be''s heart. She hesitated before whispering, "Aunt M, I''m sorry ... If you must me someone, me me. It was my idea-it had nothing to do with Ralph."


    M''s gaze locked onto hers, unwavering. Without realizing it, tears streamed down her face.


    "You have no idea what I have endured all these years without Hugh. Wyatt, Cami, Celeste, and Sasha they all told me to let go. I forced myself to move past the grief of losing my child and ept the possibility that Hugh was gone, his body lost forever.


    "But I never let go. Not for a single second. Night after night, I dreamed of Hugh standing before me, drenched from head to toe, whispering over and over, ''Mom... The water is so cold...""


    A heavy sigh escaped Quentin''s lips, while Be trembled, overwhelmed with sorrow.


    M''s tears fell uncontrobly, her reddened eyes swirling with anguish. "Be, you knew everything and still kept it from me. Do you not see how presumptuous and cruel you have been to me?"


    For the first time, the woman who had treated Be as her own daughter and spoiled Be more than her own children raised her voice.


    At this moment, pain consumed M, stripping away her usualposure.


    "I''m sorry..." Be apologized again, choking on her words.


    "Madam M, I understand how you feel," Quentin interjected, unable to bear Be being scolded. "But you have watched Ms. Be grow up. You know what kind of person she is. She is not reckless or thoughtless. I believe she must have had her reasons for keeping it from you."


    Be''s voice was hoarse with urgency. "Aunt M, Hugh is in great danger."


    M''s entire body tensed.


    "He lost his memory after the ne crash. Right now, he is being manipted and used. The person controlling him could take his life at any moment. If his identity is exposed or he loses that person''s trust, he will be in immediate danger.


    "That''s the reason I kept it from you and Wyatt. I was afraid that your love for him would cloud your judgment."


    M''s heart pounded violently. Her bloodshot eyes widened. "Who is using Hugh?" Be shook her head. "Aunt M, I''m sorry. For both your safety, I cannot tell you yet." "Earlier today, on the road, a group of people tried to kill Hugh... Who were they?" M grasped her hand tightly, her worry mounting. "If what you say is true, that the mastermind still has a use for Hugh-why would they try to kill him?"


    Be was stunned. Her gaze darkened with thought.


    Hugh had not yet regained his memory, and Grant was in need of capable men. Why, then, would he try to eliminate Hugh?


    Unless... There was a third force at y someone who wanted to sever Grant''s right-hand man before he could be fully utilized.


    The situation was far moreplex than she had imagined.


    A heavy weight settled over Be''s heart, but she forced herself to reassure M. "Aunt M, don''t worry. Hugh is not the same as before. He is terrifyingly strong now. Not just anyone can harm him."


    "Not just anyone?" M''s voice cracked. "Do you have any idea... The doctors said that if Hugh had arrived at the hospital a momentter, he would not have survived!"


    Overwhelmed, M could barely breathe. Be rushed to soothe her, gently patting her back.


    "Be... I finally found Hugh. If I lose him again... I don''t want to live."


    "That won''t happen, Aunt M. This time, I swear I will bring Hugh home safely!"


    Just then, M''s phone vibrated.


    She nced down.


    A blinking red dot moved steadily southward on the map.


    Be''s eyes widened. "Aunt M, this is...?"


    M gripped the phone, her knuckles turning white.


    "While Hugh was unconscious, I installed a tracker on his phone. Savrow is too big, and I have no other way to find him. This is my only option."


    Be inhaled sharply. She could not help but marvel-Wyatt''s women were truly not to be underestimated.


    After disappearing from the hospital without a word, Jace wasted no time in returning to Grant to report.


    The dimly lit room was silent.


    Grant sat in his wheelchair with his back to him, facing the window. His reflection in the


    ss was blurred, sharp, and unreadable.


    "Sir, I apologize. The mission failed."


    Jace stood stiffly, his face as pale as death.


    Grant spoke slowly. "You have served me well for years, always reliable. So, I will give you a


    chance to exin."


    Jace''s darkshes trembled. He lowered his gaze.


    "I was ambushed on my way there."


    "Oh?" Grant turned his wheelchair slightly, his expressionced with intrigue.


    "There were many of them. I was outnumbered. I took a de to the shoulder."


    Jace yanked his cor aside, exposing a jagged wound as proof.


    In the dim light, Grant''s gaze settled on the wound, unreadable and deep as the abyss.


    "But regardless, I failed in my duty. If you wish to punish me, I ept it withoutint."


    Jace''s tone was steady, his posture unwavering.


    "I know who was behind the attack."


    Jace stiffened. "You do?"


    "Their target was not you. It was me."


    From his coat, Grant pulled out a single ying card-King of Spades.


    With a flick of his fingers, he sent it flying to the floor at Jace''s feet.