Chapter 244: Chapter 244: Living in Your Heart (8)

He was urgently concerned for her life safety, fearing trouble at Earshore made him anxious and fearful.

Upon learning that she had escaped successfully, he was overjoyed, but this joy didn’t last long before being doused with cold water.

After getting off the plane and seeing her text message, Jacob Green rushed to the hospital anxiously.

Everything he wanted to say was stopped by her red eyes.

Only heartache remained.

A bodyguard drove her car, while Jacob drove his own car to carry her.

Seeing him not speaking, Lucy Eaton sneaked a glance at him, "Are you mad?"

"Even if I had anger, it’s gone now. Regarding saving Flora Palmer, I have my plans. Why did you go alone?"

"I know you wouldn’t ignore it, but I was afraid of implicating you. The Presidential Mansion has always been looking for your weaknesses, and I didn’t want to give them the opportunity. Besides, I was confident I could save her and survive. I wouldn’t go if there was no hope, just that... it still implicated the baby. Now that Flora Palmer has gone abroad, I can focus on nurturing the pregnancy."

"Flora told me that the bodyguard Lewis beside her is Elliot Gill’s person."

Lucy Eaton suddenly realized, "No wonder Elliot Gill is well-informed about these matters."

"There’s something not even Elliot knows, nor does Lewis."

"What’s that?"

"The child in Flora’s belly isn’t Arthur Bennett’s, but Lewis’s."

"..."

Jacob Green laughed, "Didn’t expect that, did you?"

"Fortunately, I was originally going to discuss the matter of the child in her belly with you, but now it seems there’s no need." Lucy Eaton, feeling exhausted, leaned back against the seat. "Though the explosion at the oil depot allowed me to escape quickly, such a big accident surely cost many lives."

"This season, it wouldn’t naturally explode because of the temperature. It’s very likely a human-caused disaster. I was terrified to hear about the oil depot explosion and sent people placed in the Presidential Mansion to look for you."

"If it really might be a human-caused disaster, who would do it?"

"It’s hard to say." Seeing her truly exhausted, he spoke softly, "Sleep if you’re tired."

Lucy Eaton really fell asleep, perhaps affected by tonight’s oil depot explosion and fire, she had a nightmare where she seemed to be a special existence, feeling the dream was exceptionally vivid.

Dreaming of being tied to a stake, surrounded by piled-up dry wood, many people dressed in bizarre costumes were shouting around her.

"Burn her!"

"She’s the devil reincarnated!"

"Burn her!"

"She’s a bad woman!"

In the dream, her ears were about to be deafened by the sound waves, ultimately the fire was lit, and the dry wood doused with oil flared up high.

She struggled hard against the ropes with all her might, but to no avail.

The flames burned her clothes and, in the blink of an eye, her hair was completely scorched.

The scorching pain seemed to gouge her heart and lungs, making her scream miserably.

Amidst the haze, the voices suddenly stopped, and the fire was quickly extinguished.

Her whole body was burned beyond recognition, her head drooping weakly.

She felt someone hugging her tightly, and a voice kept calling her name.

"Tia Bailey."

"Tia Bailey."

"Tia Bailey."

"..."

This voice, it seemed she had heard it somewhere.

Oh, yes.

The man who spoke to her in a previous dream.

From the same voice.

Who are you really...?

As consciousness gradually faded, she didn’t dream of anything anymore.

She slept until morning.

The first thing upon waking was to check the news.

Something so big happened at the Presidential Mansion; surely the news would be ablaze everywhere.

After reading a few news articles, Lucy Eaton frowned, "Such a big fire, only four dead and more than twenty injured?"

How could that be?!

The fire was so fierce.

She absolutely couldn’t believe there were only this many casualties.

But it’s not hard to imagine, the Presidential Mansion is Country Y’s highest authority base, to quickly calm negative impacts, they must have exaggerated the reports.

Lucy Eaton glanced at the time, it was already past eleven.

Just after freshening up, Jacob Green returned with a tray of various nutritious meals.

Each serving wasn’t large, but there were many varieties, and they looked very appetizing.

Starving, she sat down and dug in, Jacob Green watched her finish the meal entirely, "Are you full?"

"I’m full."

"There’s a piece of news to tell you." He took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, "The Presidential Mansion believes Flora Palmer was burned to death in the fire."

Lucy Eaton was extremely surprised, "How is this possible? Didn’t they report four deaths? Confirming Flora’s identity wouldn’t be difficult, just need a DNA test with the Palmer Family."

"Do you believe the news?" He scoffed, "According to my people’s report, it’s estimated at least two hundred people died, and the injuries were even worse. Of these two hundred, half were burned to the point that no bodies could be found, only piles of bones. The Presidential Mansion naturally assumes Flora Palmer couldn’t have escaped, with doors locked so tightly. Though the oil depot explosion wasn’t intentional by the President, in their eyes Flora Palmer died because she was trapped there. How could the Presidential Mansion dare demand the Palmer Family do DNA tests to confirm her identity? Even if they suspect Flora Palmer poisoned, there’s no evidence. So I bet today they will announce Flora Palmer died in the Presidential Mansion’s incident."

"If that’s the case, Flora Palmer will cease to exist in this world?"

"Yes, she’s truly free now. I’ll arrange a completely new identity for her. She said she doesn’t want to always wear a mask, since constantly changing it is troublesome. She wants to have plastic surgery after giving birth, and live abroad with her child. Unless absolutely necessary, she won’t return."

"That would be like Stellan Quinn? However, Stellan’s surgery wasn’t quite successful, his face is still unnatural."

"There are so many hospitals for cosmetic surgery, with varying technical standards. A poorly done surgery can ruin a face, so I’ll have Lewis find the best foreign doctor for her procedure."

Lucy Eaton smiled knowingly, "Okay."

Jacob Green produced Sophie’s mask, "Returned to me by Flora Palmer."

Lucy Eaton took it, "Tonight I’ll return to Northriver, before going back, I need to use this mask to meet Charles Sharp as Sophie Bennett."

"Why meet him?"

"Of course to say something to him."

"What do you need to say? Tell me first."

"I gave you a bright green cap."

"..."

Lucy Eaton laughed aloud, "You’re the one who told me to say it."

He kissed her forehead, "Will you leave this afternoon?"

"I’m afraid Elliot Gill will know I’m in Ningham."

"How would he know?"

Lucy Eaton naturally wouldn’t tell him about the Mother and Child Pot, "As soon as he wants to know where I am, he will find out."

However, considering she wasn’t injured nor dead, Elliot Gill probably wouldn’t track her whereabouts via the Mother Pot.