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Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068: The True and False Quella Radcliffe
"Holy Master, it is my fault for not protecting her well enough, please punish me!"
Gonzalez City, inside the western-style house.
Lillian Tompson knelt in front of Julius Reed, her lips still bearing a trace of dried blood.
"Stand up."
Julius Reed picked up an apple and quickly peeled it.
As usual, the apple peel formed one continuous line, without breaking.
"This matter is not your fault. I know you did your best, and I understand. Have an apple to calm your nerves."
He handed the apple to Lillian Tompson, gently wiping the blood from her lips, "Back then, I wanted you to learn martial arts, but you stubbornly refused, insisting on learning the way of the tyrant! Now, do you regret it?"
With Lillian Tompson’s talent and physique, had she taken the path of martial arts, she would’ve already become one of the top twenty Great Grandmasters in the Heavenly List.
After all, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance possessed various spiritual medicines and treasures that could refine an exceptional physique for even an ordinary person.
But Lillian Tompson didn’t listen and insisted on learning the way of the tyrant.
As a result, she would suffer backlash every time she fought.
"Holy Master..."
As she took the apple, a hint of tears flashed in Lillian Tompson’s eyes.
"Why cry?"
Julius Reed tossed the fruit knife back into the fruit bowl, "Who has bullied you? Tell me."
In his memory, Lillian Tompson was always a strong woman.
She would not easily shed tears.
"The incident in Quella Radcliffe isn’t your fault. Someone set a trap, aiming to eliminate me."
Remembering Eleanor Pendleton’s words, he couldn’t help feeling a headache.
Medicine King Valley, who exactly are they collaborating with?
And Isabella Warm, is she truly in Ghost Valley!
A string of questions, the answers to which could only be known once Cold Nelson emerged from Ghost Valley.
"Boss, the bodies on the road have all been dealt with."
Just then, Aron Jackson’s call came through.
After leaving Five-river Province, Julius Reed had tasked Aron Jackson with cleaning up the street.
Thousands of bodies, plus the warhorses.
If not cleaned up, it would certainly cause a global sensation.
"Alright, you go back and get some rest early."
Julius Reed hung up the phone and placed it on the coffee table.
He glanced at the Rolex on his wrist; it was already 3 a.m.
"The last time I saw you cry must have been decades ago."
Julius Reed gently stroked Lillian Tompson’s hair, chuckling, "At our age, what’s there to cry about."
"Hmm."
Lillian Tompson nodded her head, looking carefully at the apple in her hand, "Holy Master, if Isabella Warm were here, would I have missed out on this apple..."
She looked up somewhat aggrieved, biting her lip tightly, "On Demarco Mount, you only ever peeled an apple for her. Perhaps you didn’t realize, but the three of us were so envious then..."
As she spoke, Lillian Tompson gently bit into the apple, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
"It’s just an apple, is it really worth that much..."
Julius Reed paused, slightly astonished, looking at her, "If you all wanted one, you only had to ask!"
Although he was the Holy Master, he had always been approachable and not harsh with the people close to him.
"We are girls too..."
Lillian Tompson spoke in a plaintive tone.
Boom!
Just then.
The door was knocked on.
"Who is it!"
Lillian Tompson immediately regained her queen-like fierceness!
She carefully and reluctantly placed the apple on the coffee table, stood up, and drew two steel knives from her boots!
"It should be, the Night Fairy."
Julius Reed stood up and walked to the window.
The guards below continued their patrols, indicating the visitor was someone familiar.
Since his return, he hadn’t seen the Night Fairy.
The door opened.
Quella Radcliffe stood outside.
"Night Fairy, where were you when the Holy Master’s wife was kidnapped?"
Lillian Tompson didn’t step aside but blocked the doorway, interrogating sharply, "Speak! If you don’t explain yourself today, you’re not getting in!"
She and Windy Johnson had fought a bloody battle; it was the Night Fairy who took Quella Radcliffe away.
Eventually, Julius Reed rescued them in Five-river Province.
The Night Fairy had disappeared.
Only now had she returned.
This was inherently suspicious!
Julius Reed also stood inside the room with his hands clasped behind his back, coldly observing.
He too wanted to hear the Night Fairy’s explanation.
Quella Radcliffe’s easy abduction and the Night Fairy’s disappearance.
It didn’t add up.
"You all..."
But at the door, Quella Radcliffe looked panicked.
Her complexion was also very abnormal.
"Husband..."
Suddenly, Quella Radcliffe rushed forward.
"Stop!"
Lillian Tompson stretched out her hand and directly knocked Quella Radcliffe to the ground.
"Ah..."
Quella Radcliffe’s head hit the ground and she curled up in pain.
"Grandmaster, this..."
Lillian Tompson stood frozen.
Even Julius Reed was a bit surprised.
The demeanor and behavior just now didn’t seem like the Night Fairy.
It was entirely Quella Radcliffe.
"What’s going on?"
Julius Reed bent down and seized the wrist of the Quella Radcliffe on the ground.
"Aren’t you the Night Fairy?"
Her breathing was steady, but there was no strength.
This was an ordinary person.
He stood up and went straight into the house.
He grabbed the wrist of the Quella Radcliffe on the bed.
The pulse was chaotic, as if a force was continuously surging through it.
"Strange indeed!"
Julius Reed knit his brows tightly, standing in front of the bed in a daze.
It appeared that the person in the bed was possibly the Night Fairy.
While the one lying on the ground was the real Quella Radcliffe.
He took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom.
"Tell me, what’s the matter."
"Husband..."
Quella Radcliffe said with fear and some dizziness, "After being attacked on the road, the Night Fairy transformed into my likeness and discarded me halfway. I hid by the roadside and stayed there until just now before I dared to come back..."
As she spoke, she became extremely panicked, "I... I am so frightened..."
"Grandmaster, could it be..."
Lillian Tompson was extremely surprised, "Could it be that the one lying on the bed is the Night Fairy? She took Quella Radcliffe’s appearance and got kidnapped?"
Now it seemed, there was only this one explanation.
"Husband, the Night Fairy... the Night Fairy is alright, isn’t she?"
Quella Radcliffe got up from the ground, about to walk over, but suddenly fainted.
"Careful!"
Lillian Tompson stepped forward and caught her in her arms.
At the same time, she placed a hand under Quella Radcliffe’s nose.
"She fainted from excessive shock."
She looked up at Julius Reed.
"I’ll check!"
Julius Reed immediately got up and also reached out his hand.
"Indeed, let’s take her to the room. Who would have thought, the Night Fairy would willingly risk herself to save Quella Radcliffe."
He nodded with some gravity, "We misunderstood the Night Fairy just now."
"It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have doubted her."
Lillian Tompson carried Quella Radcliffe to another bedroom. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
After the two left, Julius Reed stood alone in the living room.
Pacing back and forth non-stop.
The situation was somewhat unexpected.
Judging by the pulse, the one who fainted just now was undoubtedly Quella Radcliffe.
And the one lying on the bed should be the Night Fairy.
It seemed the Night Fairy might have been severely injured in the process of protecting Quella Radcliffe.
Everything seemed to make sense.
"Madam is already asleep, but due to the excessive shock, she might not wake up until tomorrow evening."
Lillian Tompson walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door.
"Hmm, you should rest too."
Julius Reed nodded and entered the bedroom where he had rescued Quella Radcliffe from the horseback.
He began to wonder if the one he had snatched from the horseback was really the Night Fairy?
This mystery had to be unraveled!
Remembering the scene of his first meeting with the Night Fairy, Julius Reed decided to replicate it.
Even if one could disguise their appearance, their personality.
But there were some things that couldn’t be disguised.
With that thought, Julius Reed took a deep breath.
He slightly raised his eyebrows.
The Quella Radcliffe who came in later was fake.
