Chapter 92 : Is It About Me?
Soon, Oliver knocked on the door with a grim expression. “Jareth, Mr. Jackson called again.”
Allison suddenly felt nervous. “Is it about me?”
Oliver fell silent, fidgeting as if he wanted to say something, then chose not to speak.
Allison remembered how Jareth had been isolated and helpless the last time he was beaten. Acting on instinct, she said, “Should I go with you?”
Jareth stopped her and laughed softly at her reaction. “Stay here and rest. Don’t run around.”
Nova also tried to persuade her. “Ms. Rogers, you won’t be any help. Mr. Taylor will be fine. Nothing is going to happen to him.”
If something were going to happen, it would have happened long ago. He would not still be alive and well.
Nova’s words were meant to comfort her, but they made Allison feel anxious. It almost sounded like there was something ambiguous between her and Jareth.
Jareth stood up and walked out. Oliver nodded at her and followed him.
Nova chuckled. “Mr. Taylor comes and goes like this. It’s like he’s always looking for an excuse to come here.”
Allison gave her a reproachful glance.
Nova pretended to be innocent and kept teasing her. “I think Mr. Taylor treats you really well. Maybe you’ve struck gold this time. So, Ms. Rogers, are you going to open your wedding wine?”
“No,” Allison replied abruptly. Her marriage to Jareth was only a formality. They might part ways at any moment.
Her father had prepared only a few bottles of wedding wine for her. She wanted to save them for the day she really wanted to marry.
“Nova, take me somewhere,” Allison said as she got off the bed and began planning.
Nova hesitated. “Ms. Rogers, your health…”
“It’s fine. I’m used to it.” After all, when she was in the asylum, she had been injured almost every day. This bit of pain was nothing to her.
Nova drove Allison out in her secondhand car. She was surprised when Allison told her to head to the asylum.
Allison got out of the car and said, “Nova, wait for me here. I’ll be back soon.”
Nova looked worried. This was the last place Allison should want to return to.
Why would she willingly come back here? Had she forgotten something?
Allison quickly disappeared behind the asylum walls. Soon after, she snuck into a storage room.
She closed the door behind her and turned to see a dusty, rickety table with a man sitting there.
“Kingsley,” Allison said as she walked over, acting as if she knew the old, unkempt man well.
The man called Kingsley held an ID card between two fingers and handed it to her. “Here’s the ID you wanted.”
Allison took it. The name, age, and photo on the ID were all hers, but the address was listed in some rural, mountainous place she had never heard of.
Kingsley gave her a meaningful look.
Allison quickly understood what he wanted. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and handed them to him.
Kingsley glanced at the brand and grinned. “Wow, this is expensive.”
When Allison went out, she casually took one of Jareth’s cigarettes. It was the kind that someone couldn't find on the market. An exclusive, high-quality brand.
Kingsley lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, then exhaled slowly. “With the village chief’s seal, this ID is as good as real. You can use it anywhere.”
Holding the ID, Allison finally felt relieved.
The number on it was a string of digits she didn't recognize at all, but the card gave her a brand-new identity. It couldn't replace her original one, but it was enough to let her do what she wanted.
She lifted her eyes to the scruffy man in front of her, smoke curling around him. “Kingsley, do you want to get out of here?”
Kingsley shot her a glance. “I got you this ID. Do you think I can’t get out?”
Allison understood. It wasn't that he couldn't leave. It was that he shouldn't leave. His hands were stained with blood, and there were many people outside who wanted him dead.
Kingsley smirked. “If you had a bit more filial piety, you should come here more often and bring me a couple more packs of these fine cigarettes.”
Allison nodded. As she was about to leave, she turned back and reminded him, “You should smoke less.”
Kingsley took another puff, savoring it. “You talk too much.”
Allison left the asylum.
Nova was waiting in the car. When she saw that Allison had nothing in her hands, she didn't ask any questions.
On the way back, Allison stared out the window, lost in thought.
As Nova drove, she couldn't help but gossip. “Ms. Rogers, what are you thinking about?”
Allison rested her chin on her arm and replied casually, “I was wondering if Mr. Jackson will make things difficult for Jareth.”
In truth, Allison was thinking about her own future plans. But she didn't want to tell anyone about the new ID, and she didn't want to reveal Kingsley’s existence.
Although Nova treated her well, after everything Allison had been through, it was hard for her to trust anyone easily. She didn't want to drag innocent people into her mess.
So there were some things she didn't plan to share with Nova.
But Nova failed to notice that Allison was trying to brush her off. Instead, she swerved the wheel and said, “Since you care so much about Mr. Taylor, why don’t we go to the Lopez mansion and find out?”
“Huh?” Allison was surprised, but before she could react, Nova had already turned the car toward the Lopez mansion.
What could I possibly do at the Lopez mansion?
If Jareth went there only to be scolded, then if she followed, it would just mean the two of them getting scolded together.
Nova probably only wanted her to see what was happening from outside the door.
Before they reached the Lopez mansion, Nova suddenly craned her neck, peering ahead as if she had seen something.
“Ms. Rogers, my eyes are a little blurry, but doesn’t that person look like Mr. Taylor?”
Allison followed her line of sight and saw a house a few meters ahead. A modified SUV was parked in front of it, its door open, with Jareth standing beside the car.
No wonder Nova noticed him immediately. He stood out too much.
Two rows of bodyguards surrounded the area, facing outward as if guarding against something.