Chapter 130
After a thorough check-up the next day, Elara was discharged from the hospital, and the first thing she did was contact Justin when she saw so many messages and calls from him.
“Where have you been? I have been trying to reach you,” Justin asked.
Elara contemplated whether to tell him anything over the phone before choosing not to.
“Nowhere, I was just busy and sleeping,” Elara said before she looked at Antonio, who walked straight to the kitchen.
“I’ll catch up with you later. And yes, I want all the information on Turner’s family within an hour: all their projects and every single detail about the wealth and its source. The more dirt you find, the better I’ll reward you,” Elara said before ending the call.
She walked to Antonio and forced him to look at her.
“Daniel didn’t answer me, nor did George, but I know you know the truth. What did they do with Sean after Daniel took me away?” Elara asked.
Antonio, who knew the answer, looked away and cleared his throat, ready to cook up a lie when Elara cut him off mid-sentence.
“Before you think of lying and saying that you weren’t even there, think carefully, Antonio. After everything, I am not exactly feeling pleasant and forgiving.” Elara stared at Antonio, daring him to say anything other than the truth.
The man swallowed hard before placing the knife on the counter.
“Well, the thing is that He bit his bottom lip.
The more he hesitated, the more anxious Elara grew.
“Wait. Don’t tell me they killed him,” Elara said.
She didn’t give two fucks about whether Sean was alive or not, but they were living in a democratic country with stricter rules than before.
Sean was from an influential family, and the elders wouldn’t easily let go of his death. What if they traced it back to Daniel or George? She didn’t want them to take the hit for dealing with that scum.
“What? No! They didn’t kill him. It was along the lines of beating him a lot and then leaving him on the street in the middle of nowhere, naked and bruised,” Antonio said, and looked at her warily.
Elara looked at him for a brief second before shrugging.
“Well, as long as he didn’t die by our hands. After everything we did to him, his life is useless already,” Elara said before she walked to the couch and plopped on it, wincing in pain when the side of her hand hurt even more.
“Are you okay?!” Antonio rushed to her side.
Elara pursed her lips before raising her thumb.
“All good. It’ll take time to heal, I guess,” She took a sharp breath before turning on the TV.
“Oh, alright. In that case, I’ll get back to cooking,” Antonio said and was about to turn when he heard what was playing on the news next.
“Sean Turner, the heir to the Turner group that is famous for their tight fist over the nightlife of the province, was found dead in the middle of a field. Strangely, the man didn’t have any clothes on him. The officials are treating it as a high-profile case while the family continues to rage and demand answers and justice,” the news anchor said.
Elara turned to Sean as soon as she heard it.
“Bro, you just said you didn’t kill him,” she gasped, increasing the volume.
She checked a few more channels, and everyone was displaying the same news.
Sean was dead for real.
“Believe me, we let him go for real,” Antonio removed the apron and walked to the side to call George and confirm what was going on.
Elara narrowed her brows.
This wasn’t good. This would just complicate things more since the last major incident Sean was involved in was her kidnapping, and with how Daniel practically threatened the police p>
Elara pinched the area between her brows before kicking her legs in the air in frustration.
Can’t she get one good day without worrying about anything?
Her divorce was to be final tomorrow, and her shooting was supposed to start the day after tomorrow, if the cops got her involved.
“Aaaa!” Elara groaned loudly, surprising Antonio, who nearly jerked in her place.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, that was her. She is pretty angry and annoyed,” he said to George, who saw the news recently.
“Well, tell her not to worry. We will handle the matter and won’t let it touch her,” George said.
Antonio looked at the girl who had just thrown a cushion onto the table in irritation and hummed.
“I will. Please keep her informed of what you guys are up to. She doesn’t fancy secrets,” Antonio said.
George suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at his bodyguard.
“She is my sister, Antonio. I know her more than you do. Of course, I’ll keep her in the loop, just not too detailed,” he said before ending the call.
At the same time, Beatrice, who walked out of her room in Andrew’s house when she heard he was back, rushed to him.
“Where have you been? You haven’t come to the house since you left to find Elara. I kept waiting for you and—” Beatrice started but stopped when she noticed how haggard the man looked.
Andrew pulled his tie down and unbuttoned the top two buttons before sitting on the couch and looking at her as if she were a mere annoying peasant.
Beatrice swallowed hard before clearing her throat. It was clear that talking about Elara wasn’t a great choice.
“I know you are hurt after everything, Andrew. He was your best friend, and you guys were together p>
“You knew about it?” Andrew asked, his eyes dangerously narrow as he looked at Beatrice, who looked back at him with confusion.
“What do you mean, if I knew it? Everybody knows about it, Andrew. The news channels have been showing it for the past half hour. I had been trying to reach you, but your phone was turned off, and Jason didn’t know where you were,” Beatrice said.
Andrew quickly grabbed the TV remote and turned it on.
If what Beatrice was saying was true, he was going to deal with all those news channels personally, especially with the person who leaked the information and was tarnishing his wife’s image.
Andrew thought. However, to say he was surprised when he turned the TV on would be an understatement.
“Sean is dead?” He asked himself.
Beatrice furrowed her brows. Why did he act surprised now? Wasn’t he asking her how she knew just now? If it wasn’t this, what was it?
“Yes, he is. That was what I was talking about and wanted to call you for. We should go to his house. I have contacted Trevor, and he said he would be there in fifteen minutes. His family p>
“You can go. I am not coming.” Andrew stood from the couch.
Beatrice held his hand to stop him.
“Hey, I know you are sad and don’t want to meet anyone, but think about his family. They’ll appreciate our presence,” Beatrice said.
Andrew looked at the hand she was holding before he jerked his hand free from her grip.
“I am sorry for their loss, but not sad. He probably got his karma. Did you know that Sean kidnapped Elara? I can’t even tell you what he wanted to —” Andrew clenched his fists.
Beatrice looked at him with wide eyes.
“You mean Sean was the one Holy crap. He sounded pretty angry the last time we talked and had been murmuring he wouldn’t forgive Elara, but who would’ve thought he would actually pull something like that?” Beatrice shook her head before walking in front of him.
“I am truly sorry for what Elara suffered, but at the end of the day, he is dead, Andrew. He was once our good friend. We should go even if we don’t want to. The world knows we were friends. How will it be seen in the media?” Beatrice asked.
Andrew looked at the girl, then looked away.
What she was saying was indeed true. The media tends to drag everything out, and they would definitely pull their name through the mud if he didn’t go.
Not to mention, Mr. Turner would definitely ask for a detailed inquiry into the incident with the police, and it would bring Elara’s name into it, which would indirectly come to him.
Thus, even when he didn’t want to go, it was beneficial to do so.
Andrew thought about it for a while and wondered if he should call Elara and see if she would like to come but stopped. That man practically wanted to rape her. How inhumane would it be to ask her to go there?
It was enough that he was going.
“Let me freshen up first,” Andrew said as he walked upstairs to his room to wash up, slamming the door in the process.
Beatrice took a deep breath and sat on the couch, her gaze trembling with a strange emotion when she looked at Sean’s dead body, which was blurred for the public.
Her fists clenched on her dress before she took a deep breath and turned the TV off.