The news surrounding Zayne quickly took over the mediandscape, stirring up a wave of anger in Zara and Fitz. Fitz, feeling frustrated, approached his grandfather multiple times to seek answers, but Zara intervened. She understood that her grandfather was deliberately trying to shield himself by cing the me on her father. Confronting him now would only escte tensions.<fn85c2> Content originallyes from find?novel</fn85c2>


    Zara believed it was wiser to stay silent and apany her mother to Aurous Hill as originally nned for the next morning. She had her own strategies for helping her father return, but for now, patience was key.


    Meanwhile, the Elms family took decisive action overnight, evacuating all their resources from the Banks Family. Wilfred Elms, the Patriarch and Xion’s grandfather, issued a stern internal directive: no member of the Elms family was to assist the Banks Family until a satisfactory exnation was provided. He also reached out to Lord Banks, demanding rity on the situation.


    Though Lord Banks assured him he would address the concerns, in reality, he was dismissive, focused solely on preserving his own reputation. He was unconcerned about the potential fallout with the Elms family. After the revtion of his coboration with the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, he realized that regardless of whether Zayne or he was responsible, the Elms family could no longer be relied upon. With that in mind, he saw no point in continuing to expend energy on them.


    That night, Xion remained unaware of the unfolding events while under surveince at the Shangri-La hotel. Tossing and turning on her plush bed, her thoughts were consumed by Charlie. She couldn’tprehend the source of his incredible strength, nor could she understand why he hade to her rescue.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “I was attempting to harm him, yet instead of retaliating, he saved my life. Is this what they refer to as repaying good with good?”


    “This man is truly exceptional,” she mused.


    Early the following morning, a private jet touched down in the serene ancient city of Aurous Hill. This aircraft belonged to Dalton, the son of the Thorne family. Deana opted not to use the Banks Family’s ne anymore, so her older brother Dalton graciously offered her his.


    As the ne came to a halt, Deana, feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation, descended the spiral staircase, apanied by her two children. She had longed for this moment, thinking of Aurous Hill for nearly twenty years. Every day for two decades, she had silently cherished Bruce’s name, and thoughts of him inevitably led her to Aurous Hill.


    Bruce was the love of her life, having tragically lost him in Aurous Hill. Now, she finally had the chance to honor his memory, which filled her heart with emotion. As the family of three entered the arrival hall, a middle-aged man approached her respectfully, saying, “Miss, you must be tired after your journey.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>