293.Chapter 293
In the end. Benedict couldn’t bring himself to sek the serion After at these days, he abarty had his den answer it was that answer he had been avoiding, running from. But now a cut avoid it any longer
“Alright, I understand Benedict finally said, his tone call but heavy with the hash whip marks on his back, he turned and walked out of the study.
When he returned to his courtyard, Aneon froze the sig of braining is disthies Master Benedict What happened to you?” Aneon exclaimed “Quick on heids and a lower ratch a doctor right away Anson tumed around.
about to invite a doctor over
“No need for a doctor Benedic stopped Anson.
“It’s just a few lashes, Benedict said fiarity, his tone dismissive. No need to make a fuse. Just bring the medicine box, and f I take care of it myself to Benedict, it truly wasn’t worth calling a disetor
Compared to the fifty lashes he gave to his sisters, these were nothing But to Anson, this was a big deal
Benedict was fine before he left. Yet now, after leaving the courtyard for only a short while he returned with multiple whip marks. It was clear that he was hurt inside the house
And in the entire Duke’s estate, the only person who could punish Benedict like this was the Duke. He might violate farm law. Why? Benedict never violated family law and the Duke never beat him.
Anson couldn’t even begin to imagine what had happened between Benedict and the Duke Just as the medicine Sox w brought over and Benedict was about to be treated, a sudden commotion erupted outside
The door was pushed open, and a swarm of servants flooded in. “What’s going on? What are you all doing here? Maste Benedict already said no more servants were needed!”
The head steward bowed and said, “Master Benedict, these servants were personally arranged by the Duke to serve you From now on, they’ll be stationed in your place. Rest assured, Master Benedict, these servants were carefully selected by the Duke himself. They’re quick, capable, and will surely meet your expectations. Of course, if you’re not satisfied, I’ll report back to the Duke and have replacements sent over immediately.”
Benedict’s gaze swept coldly across the group. His father had just used Dylan to threaten him, and now his father sent these people over. It was quite clear what his father was up to.
Benedict let out a cold laugh, unable to hold back his disdain. It seemed his father had no intention of letting him act freely anymore. He thought, ‘Fine, let them come. Let them all keep their eyes on me.
As long as his father’s attention stayed fixed on him, Dylan and Eliza would have more freedom and safety.
“Damn it! I forgot to tell Benedict about the ledger,” Dylan muttered in frustration. After leaving the Duke’s estate with the bundle Benedict had handed him, Dylan quickly made his way out of Hasen City.
Just as he reached the outskirts, the realization hit him. He’d forgotten about the ledger. He smacked his forehead, annoyed at his own carelessness. He turned to glance back in the direction of the Duke’s estate, feeling worried.
“Will Benedict be alright?” he murmured, his voice tinged with unease. Regret weighed heavily on Dylan.
He thought he’d managed to rein in his impulsive tendencies, but this time, he’d acted recklessly again. And worse, he dragged Benedict into the mess. If only he’d been more cautious and avoided getting caught, none of this would have happened.
Or better yet, if he’d been sharper last night when he found the ledger and taken it outright instead of instinctively putting it back, things might have turned out differently. These thoughts churned in Dylan’s mind, though even now, he still hadn’t figured out what to do with the ledger.
The ledger held secrets about their father and the Padilla family. Malaki had told him their father had turned a blind eye when their mother’s family was in trouble.
But after seeing the ledger, Dylan had other suspects. It seemed likely their father hadn’t just stood by. He might have actively played a role. And that ledger could very well be proof. That was why Dylan had gone back to his father’s study. hoping to steal the ledger. But he’d failed.
Luckily, Benedict had helped him cover it up. What should he do now?
Lost in thought, Dylan turned his gaze away and headed toward Mount Westin, his heart heavy with worry.
Not long after Dylan left, several people emerged went over to chase him. If Benedict were here, he’d immediately recognize them as the newly trained shadow guards from the Duke’s estate. But unfortunately, Benedict wasn’t around. And Dylan remained completely oblivious.
As he stepped into the forest, sunlight filtering through the dense canopy caught the glint of a flying blade, which shot straight toward him.
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A large saber suddenly appeared, knocking the flying knife away with a sharp clang. “Who’s there?” Dylan snapped, instantly alert as he scanned the shadows of the forest. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people dropped from the treetops, surrounding him and launching their attacks. Dylan dodged and fought back at the same time.
After evading several strikes, he realized their target wasn’t him, but the bundle he was carrying. Sure enough, the next moment, one of them slashed the bundle open with a sword. Caught off guard, Dylan couldn’t dodge in time, and the things inside the bundle spilled onto the ground,
Everyone looked at those things, only to find two sets of clothes and a pouch of silver coins. “Damn it! Get out of my way!” Dylan roared, his voice filled with frustration.
The attackers didn’t stop there. Several of them grappled with Dylan while two others tore at his clothes and coin pouch, slashing them apart.
“Retreat!” After confirming the bundle contained nothing but clothes and silver, the group of men quickly retreated.
Left alone, Dylan glared at the scattered clothes and money pouch on the ground, his whole body shaking with fury. At this point, how could he not understand what was happening? Those men were clearly sent by his father!
His father must have suspected he took something from the study, so his father sent them to investigate. Dylan, who had already been suspicious, now felt his doubts solidify into certainty.
Wait! Suddenly, Dylan realized something. This bundle was prepared by Benedict. Could it be that his father was suspicious of Benedict too?
Dylan clenched his teeth tightly, his frustration boiling over. No, he had to find Eliza.
Since Eliza already knew about their father’s betrayal of the Padilla family, he couldn’t keep this from her. Maybe Eliza would have a way to help Benedict.
