Chapter 292 How Could Pippa Regard Isabella as Her Master?
Late at night.
Patrick sat on the sofa, eyes half-closed, waiting.
"Mr. Powell, I made you a late-night snack." A maid walked over gracefully, carrying a plate.
On the plate was pasta.
The maid twirled some pasta on a fork, blew on it to cool it down, then brought it to his lips.
Patrick opened his eyes and ate the pasta at his mouth.
The maid fed him bite by bite. "Mr. Powell, after you finish eating, go back to your room and rest. She's just a little girl. Elmer will definitely get it done for you."
Patrick naturally didn't think there would be any problems with this matter, but he glanced at the time and couldn't help frowning. "By my calculation, he should be back by now."
But Elmer still hadn't returned.
Patrick waved his hand, summoning someone, and gave orders. "Uriah Powell, take some people and go check it out."
"Yes."
Watching Uriah's back as he left, Patrick pulled the maid into his arms, lifted his hand to stroke her chin, a smile seeping into his eyes. "When they get back, I'll keep you good company."
The maid's eyes darted around, and she leaned against his shoulder coquettishly. "Then you better keep me really good company."
Patrick kissed the woman's earlobe. "When have I ever lied to you..."
More than twenty minutes later, Uriah returned.
Along with Uriah came several guards, carrying someone wrapped in black cloth.
They walked over and placed the wrapped person on the floor.
Patrick glanced at it and frowned in disgust. "I told you to kill her, not bring the body back. Don't you think that's bad luck?"
Noticing that only Uriah had returned and not seeing Elmer, he asked again, "Where's Elmer? Why didn't he come back with you?"
Uriah pointed at the black cloth on the floor. "Mr. Powell, this is Elmer."
"What!"
Patrick stood up directly from the sofa, his face changing color.
"This is Elmer?"
He pulled back the black cloth in disbelief, and immediately, Elmer's miserably dead face came into view.
Patrick flew into a rage. "What the hell happened?"
Uriah spoke up. "Mr. Powell, when we arrived, Elmer was already dead in the hospital room. He had just died. We only saw Elmer's body and didn't see anyone else in the room. As for the guards who went with Elmer, they were all knocked out at the door."
"Afraid the matter would leak out, I arranged for people to bring back those knocked-out guards. Because Elmer's death was really strange, I brought his body back too."
Patrick's face looked terrible at these words.
Uriah couldn't help asking, "Did someone know we were going to kill that girl, so they arranged for someone to wait in the hospital room, just waiting for us to walk into the trap? And whoever killed Elmer must be really skilled."
Patrick's face darkened. He turned his gaze to Elmer's body, saw Elmer's fingers showing extensive frostbite, and immediately ground his teeth in anger. "Damn it, it's Wilmer..."
Gwyneth's most loyal assassin, Wilmer!
Uriah's pupils dilated slightly at these words. "You mean... Ms. Powell sent someone to do this?"
His face showed disbelief. "Why would Ms. Powell do this?"
"What else could it be?" Patrick clenched his fist, filled with murderous intent. "She killed him to send me a message!"
Gwyneth's heart was truly ruthless!
On the other side, a black figure flew directly from the balcony into Gwyneth's room.
"Ms. Powell, it's done."
"Patrick sent more people, and I watched them drag away that person's body with my own eyes."
Gwyneth nodded.
She stroked the teacup in her hand, her eyes deep as she looked into the distance. "I don't have my father's good temper. If my father had been half as ruthless as me back then, he wouldn't have been plotted against and killed by his own family."
Patrick actually dared to disobey her orders. This was absolutely intolerable to her, because such a person would sooner or later become the biggest threat.
Wilmer looked at the woman's back, his thin lips beneath the mask parting slightly. "Is that the only reason?"
Gwyneth glanced at him. "What do you mean?"
"You had me kill Patrick's man just to teach Patrick a lesson?"
"What do you think?"
"I think your attitude toward that girl is unusual."
"Why do you say that?"
"Although you didn't show it, I feel you were worried about her and felt indignant on her behalf. Perhaps killing one of Patrick's subordinates could relieve some of the resentment you've been holding inside."
Gwyneth had to admit that Wilmer had indeed spoken part of what was in her heart.
When she saw Isabella at the hospital, frowning tightly from pain, somehow her own heart ached like needles were pricking it.
This strange feeling puzzled her. Why would she empathize with someone she'd never met? Why did seeing Isabella on the verge of death make her anxious too? Why would she worry about someone who had nothing to do with her?
Gwyneth's headache started again.
She let out a long sigh and pulled her clothes tighter around her. "Go. I need to rest."
"Yes."
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The next morning, Gwyneth received a call from the hospital saying Isabella had woken up.
"I understand."
Gwyneth planned to visit her at the hospital after breakfast.
She got dressed and went downstairs. Mireille had been waiting for her for a while. Seeing her finally come down, she immediately looked at her anxiously. "I heard Kismet had one of her hands bitten off by Pippa? What on earth happened?"
Gwyneth had no choice but to explain the whole story at the dining table.
"How could Pippa do such a thing?" Mireille was puzzled.
Gwyneth lowered her head in silence.
Everyone thought Pippa had been provoked by the arrow Kismet shot, but she knew very well that Pippa had hurt Kismet because Pippa was actually protecting her master.
Pippa saw Isabella get shot with an arrow, which triggered her protective behavior.
But the problem was, why would Pippa consider Isabella her master?
Could Pippa know Isabella?
Seeing Gwyneth deep in thought and saying nothing, Mireille asked again, "Will Patrick hold a grudge over Pippa hurting Kismet? And you even punished Kismet—what were you thinking? No matter what, Kismet is still your niece."
"Kismet shot someone with an arrow first," Gwyneth said. "Shouldn't I punish her for that?"
"But Kismet lost a hand!" Mireille got anxious. "How can you be so heartless to your niece? Besides, that Isabella is just an outsider! Why are you speaking up for an outsider?"