Chapter 132 Caught the Wrong Person
"Grandpa." A cold glint flashed in Andrew's eyes. "If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who would know she died at the hands of the Anderson Family?"
Originally, he didn't want any trouble with The Obsidian Circle, but since things couldn't be changed now, it was better to silence her. If they let her go, the girl's death would become a problem later.
Maddox thought about it.
"Andrew, you're right."
"Grandpa, where is the Taylor Family's daughter being held?" Andrew asked.
"Come with me."
Maddox led Andrew to the basement level, opened a hidden door, walked through a long corridor, and arrived at the place where Bianca was being held.
It was a room set up like a prison—dark, damp, enclosed with iron doors, never seeing daylight.
There were dozens of rooms like this, large and small.
Bianca lay in the corner, still unconscious.
Maddox's gaze moved away from Bianca. "Jagger hit her too hard. She's been out cold this whole time."
Andrew looked at Bianca's figure in the corner and frowned.
He walked over, turned Bianca's body around, and when he saw her face clearly, Andrew froze. "Grandpa? Who is this?"
"This is the Taylor Family's daughter."
Andrew turned his head, his brow furrowed. "Grandpa, Jagger grabbed the wrong person!"
"What are you saying?"
Maddox didn't react immediately.
Andrew shook his head. "The girl I saw that day wasn't her."
"How can that be?" Maddox was shocked and glanced at Bianca on the ground. "But Jagger said this is the Taylor Family's daughter. Her name is Bianca!"
"No, the Taylor Family daughter I'm talking about isn't Bianca—it's Isabella!"
"What's going on? Jagger said during those days watching the Taylor Villa, he only saw this one girl. Everyone in the Taylor Family called her Ms. Taylor, and the Taylor Family's sons all called her their sister. Without a doubt, this is the Taylor Family's daughter."
"No, Jagger got it wrong. Bianca is adopted. The Taylor Family has another daughter, their biological one, who was just found recently. That's the person we're looking for!"
Maddox was confused and irritated. "What's real and what's fake? This Taylor Family is really troublesome! I should have let you handle this from the start—then we wouldn't have grabbed the wrong person."
"And that idiot Jagger can't even figure out who to grab!"
Just as Maddox was fuming, a man in black rushed in.
"Mr. Maddox Anderson, we have a big problem! Theo says The Obsidian Circle's people are heading this way."
Maddox was shocked.
"Quick, take this girl back to wherever she was grabbed from." Andrew ordered the man in black. "And that girl named Aurora—send her back to school right away!"
Hearing this, Maddox's eyes narrowed. "Andrew, what do you mean by this?"
"Grandpa, while The Obsidian Circle's people haven't arrived yet, there's still time to send them back."
"Nonsense!" Maddox snorted coldly. "Things have come this far—how can we send them back? Besides, if we send them back, what about Xanthe's surgery?"
"But Grandpa, didn't you hear? Isabella is already bringing people here!"
"So what?" Maddox stroked his chin, very confident. "If she wants to come and die, then let her come."
——
Xanthe sat on the sofa, holding a cat in her arms. The cat curled up in her embrace, not daring to move. Xanthe stroked the cat, but her gaze fell on Aurora in the corner, whose hands and feet were bound.
"Wake her up."
The man in black nodded obediently.
"Be gentle. In a few days, I'll need her kidney. Right now, she belongs to me."
"Yes, Miss."
The man in black brought over a bucket of water and poured it hard over Aurora's head.
Aurora coughed painfully and slowly opened her eyes.
She was soaked through.
Her water-drenched clothes clung coldly to her body. Wave after wave of cold hit her, and Aurora's foggy mind finally cleared up quite a bit.
She looked around.
Where was she?
"You're finally awake." Xanthe put down the cat, stood up from the sofa, and slowly walked up to Aurora.
Aurora's eyes were confused. "Who are you?"
"I'm a pitiful patient."
Aurora was stunned. "What?"
"You people will never understand what we patients go through. Every day you live, you enjoy it to the fullest, while I suffer in pain."
"But..."
Xanthe smiled. "Soon, your healthy kidney will be transplanted into me, for my use..."
Before Xanthe could finish, Aurora got up from the ground, shoved her aside, and ran toward the half-open door.
Xanthe's pupils contracted sharply as she screamed, "Catch her! Don't let her get away!"
Aurora had just reached the door when the guards in black grabbed her, threw her back into the room, and locked the door from outside.
"Looking for death! You dare try to run?"
Xanthe rushed up to Aurora and viciously grabbed her hair, forcing her to lift her head and face her. "Bitch! I won't let you run! I'm finally about to be saved—how could I let you escape?"
Her scalp being torn at, Aurora cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
Seeing her like this, Xanthe was extremely satisfied. She used more force, pulling Aurora up by her hair.
Aurora bit her lip tightly, but the pain in her scalp made her lose her voice.
"Do you know what this place is? Idiot."
Xanthe laughed contemptuously.
"Once you're here, there's no way you can escape."
Xanthe released Aurora's hair. "But your behavior just now annoyed me. Just to be safe, I think it's better to break one of your legs."
With that, Xanthe gave a look to the two men in black nearby.
Immediately, Aurora's body was forcibly held down.
"What are you doing? What do you want to do? Let me go!"
Aurora cried out helplessly.
One of them held an iron wrench and smashed it hard onto Aurora's lower leg, showing no mercy.
Along with the sound of her leg bone cracking, Aurora's heart-wrenching screams filled the entire room.
Who knows how much time passed before Aurora's pleading and crying gradually weakened.
Xanthe looked down at Aurora, who was now curled up on the ground with a broken leg, and sneered. "Remember, it's your honor to give me your kidney."
An ordinary person with no background or status—if she died, she died.