CHAPTER 359: CHAPTER 359: SNATCHING SOMEONE IN PERSON

Emma Lewis keenly noticed that Godfery Shaw’s face was growing increasingly darker.

She squeezed in to help diffuse the tension, "This was really an accident."

Mr. Allen, growing angrier, said, "An accident? When Nancy first came to Riverwood City, you promised you’d take good care of her, yet things keep happening. I can’t trust leaving her here. I must take her home today."

Robert Reed, also in a confrontational tone, said, "It’s better to come back with me to Ink Manor for peace of mind and tranquility. Sophie wants her too."

Mr. Allen confronted Robert Reed, "Old Reed, what are you saying? You’ve already taken my grandchildren, and now you want to take my daughter too?"

Robert Reed’s beard twitched, "What, not convinced? Sophie calls me grandpa!"

The two started arguing, both wanting to take Nancy away.

Edward Allen had already gone to find the housekeeper, intending to pack Nancy’s luggage.

The key reason was that the scene from five years ago, when Nancy faced death with calm, had left a significant psychological shadow on everyone who cared about her.

They were afraid she might be in danger again, and when they received the news, they were nearly frantic.

Nancy didn’t know what to do.

Mrs. Allen stepped forward, hoping to take Nancy from Godfery Shaw’s arms, but he wouldn’t let go. She could only hold Nancy’s hand and said sadly, "My Nancy, you’ve wandered out there since childhood, unable to be with your mother. I know we’re distant as mother and daughter, but give me a chance, come home with me, I will try my best to be a good mother."

Nancy indeed felt some estrangement with her parents; more than closeness, she felt a sense of debt, missing the carefree intimacy other children have with their parents.

This concern and sense of indebtedness made Nancy instinctively want to agree when she saw her mother was sad.

At this moment, Godfery Shaw suddenly reached out, pressing Nancy’s small head against his chest. With a swing of his coat, he hid her inside it.

Standing at a height of 1.9 meters, Godfery’s overcoat was large enough to easily conceal Nancy within it.

Everyone stopped arguing, turning hostile gazes towards Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw coldly stared back.

It was as if a battle was about to start.

No one from the Imperial Garden dared to step forward to help, mainly because those who were confronting the family head were not to be offended.

Only Ian Bailey squeezed his way over from the back, "Make way, make way."

Nobody made way for him.

Ian Bailey shouted angrily, "I just saved this young girl’s life, why are you all pushing? Her body’s not fully recovered; excessive emotional turmoil could cause another incident. She needs acupuncture and herbal baths these days. Why take her away, is any of your medical skills better than mine?"

Everyone immediately stepped aside!

Ian Bailey huffed as he stepped forward, "Her treatment plan is already set; she can’t go anywhere these days!"

Everyone ceased arguing; nothing was more important than Nancy’s health.

Thinking that Nancy had escaped death this time, they planned to glare at Godfery Shaw, only to realize that his back was bleeding through his grey overcoat.

Godfery Shaw was injured, and quite seriously.

Everyone was completely silent.

Godfery Shaw released Nancy from his coat, naturally pressing his forehead against hers to check her temperature, then gently said, "Nancy, if you can’t hold on, just sleep. It’s okay."

Nancy was in a heavy daze, her entire consciousness somewhat floating. Hearing Godfery’s words, she weakly drifted off to sleep.

Seeing this, the crowd fell even quieter, realizing they’d disturbed her.

Godfery Shaw carried Nancy upstairs, coldly instructing, "Joyce, see the guests out."

Under everybody’s gaze, Godfery Shaw carried Nancy upstairs.

Godfery Shaw was a strong-willed person with many means; provoking him indeed made one a little fearful.

They’d made a big commotion, woke Nancy up, yet could leave unscathed, which actually showed Godfery was restraining his temper.

Whatever the case, they’d wait until Nancy’s condition stabilized before discussing anything further.

The crowd dispersed, and the Imperial Garden fell quiet.

Basil Smith took Emma Lewis to his room.

Basil Smith and Hailey Smith have their own rooms in the Imperial Garden, unlike other bodyguards. They grew up with Godfery Shaw since childhood, just like Nancy said, Godfery had already regarded them as family. After all, the bride was fetched from the Imperial Garden.

Returning to Basil Smith’s room, Emma Lewis eagerly asked, "Will we live in the Imperial Garden after we get married? Then I could often be with Nancy."

Basil Smith replied with a stern face, "No, I have my own house. If you want to visit, you can occasionally stay at the Imperial Garden."

Only occasionally, Basil could imagine if Emma stayed in the Imperial Garden all the time, clinging to the Young Madam every day, the family head might have an extremely dark expression.

Emma Lewis, being a sis-con, felt delighted at the thought of being able to see Nancy often. "Miss, are you happy we got married?"

"Don’t call me Miss."

"Then I’ll call you that in bed."

"Hmm..."

The wedding night was long.

The serious, proper, and overly neat Basil Smith was completely overpowered by the bold-hearted Emma Lewis.

Upstairs.

Godfery Shaw carried Nancy back to their room.

While on the boat, they had already prepared a medicinal bath in the Imperial Garden. The bathtub was filled with a brown medicinal liquid, maintaining just the right temperature.

While Nancy slept, Godfery gently placed her into the bathtub. The brown medicinal water concealed her fair skin, like chocolate draped over a snow dumpling.

Watching Nancy gradually become rosy in the medicinal bath, Godfery’s expression softened slightly.

He adjusted a pillow under Nancy’s neck, ensuring she wouldn’t slip under the water, then exited the bathroom.

Outside, Ian Bailey was already waiting.

All the surgical scalpels, disinfectants, and gauze were prepared.

Looking at his dirty and messy self, Godfery said, "I’ll go take a shower first."

Ian Bailey replied helplessly, "Injured like that, and still want to shower?"

"It’s too dirty. Even if treated, it’s prone to infection."

"Then hurry up. I’m old, need to rest early, unlike you young folks. If your little girl wakes up and is scared, don’t blame me."

Godfery quickly went to the secondary bathroom, took a shower, and came out with a bathrobe tied around his waist, exposing his entire back.

Ian Bailey, without wasting words, began to clean Godfery’s wounds.

Nancy woke from the warmth, realizing she was already soaking in the medicinal bath.

She held onto the bathtub to get out, clueless about the time or where Godfery was, planning to find him.

Mainly because she remembered, Godfery hadn’t gotten a vaccine for the scratch from the cat.

Not that Nancy was particularly obsessive about this trivial issue, but because rabies has a 100% mortality rate once symptoms appear, even a one-in-ten-thousand chance couldn’t be allowed.

Her steps were unsteady as she dressed in the pajamas Godfery had prepared for her, opening the bathroom door to head out.

Upon stepping out, she immediately spotted Godfery and the blood on his back.

Godfery sat on a bench, his robe hanging at his waist, his upper body bare. Ian Bailey, holding a scalpel, cleaned his wounds, blood trickling down Godfery’s waist and into the grey robe.

Ian Bailey said, "Why dodge it, injured is injured, determined not to let your little girl see."

Godfery, sensing something, suddenly turned around, spotting Nancy standing at the bathroom door.