Chapter 390

The seemingly cold-blooded and heartless Andrew now found himself momentarily breathless. He opened the door in an attempt to call for a doctor. Jason, who was waiting just outside, instinctively looked up when the study door swung open. Upon seeing Wallace covered in blood, he was struck dumb. Then, in a surge of panic, Jason leaped into action, shouting more urgently than Andrew ever could, "Doctor! Help, quickly!" After shouting, Jason rushed into the study, positioning himself protectively in front of Wallace, blocking Andrew from coming any closer. He angrily glared at Andrew, "Mr. Wentworth, what have you done? If something happens to Mr. Wentworth Senior, Ms. Melina will never forgive you!" Jason knew better than anyone how important Wallace was to Melina. He had promised to look after Wallace on her behalf, yet it seemed he had failed. Andrew stood there, his mind somewhat disoriented, indifferent to Jason's ire. It was as if he had been cast back to the past. He had been confined in that basement, bloodied and battered. He had only been able to see the outside world through a skylight, freedom forever out of reach. One day, he had caught sight of that vile brother-sister duo cradling an infant—their child. The child had seemed sickly from birth, ushering in an era of even more frenzied torment. His dear aunt had proclaimed that her child would face hardship, so Andrew too would not have a good life. His beloved father had declared that as long as it brought joy, he could even kill Andrew. That lasted until they had died. On that fateful day, the woman Andrew called "mother"—one who had been lost to madness—had arrived and, through the skylight, witnessed his plight. His mother had gone insane, slaughtering that loathsome pair of siblings. And thus, he had been saved. The dirtiest secrets of the Wentworth family were pushed into the glaring light of day. After the initial shock, Wallace had buried all of it. From that day forth, no one had dared to mention his parents, and Celine became simply his youngest aunt. Wallace took him under his wing to make amends, raising him. That hateful brother-sister duo had only spoken one truth—Andrew was a monster. As long as he lived, he would seize every opportunity to grow ever more powerful. He had quickly grown strong until he had surpassed Wallace's influence and commandeered the Wentworth family. The family doctor hadn't been able to find Wallace in time and finally arrived in the study. He immediately started administering a blood transfusion and initiated a series of emergency procedures. The commotion roused the younger generation of the Wentworth family. However, witnessing Andrew standing with an air of lethal intent at the study door, none dared to approach. Only Wallace, the focal point of the crisis, seemed consumed by despair, having lost his will to fight. Jason's eyes were red-rimmed as he muttered incessantly, "Mr. Wentworth Senior, you can't leave us now! Mrs. Wentworth hasn't even discovered the wine you've hidden away! "The malt candy she made for you—I tucked away a small box, and when you recover, I'll give it all to you, and I won't hide it again. Mrs. Wentworth said that the lettuce in the courtyard would bloom if not eaten soon. It'll lose its flavor as it ages. "She also mentioned she would be back to see you during her semester break." In Wallace's lifeless gaze, there appeared to be a flicker of hope. As Andrew teetered on the brink of being overtaken by his memories, he, too, seemed to gather a hint of life. Melina! She was the pure soul who had walked into the Wentworth family.