His Dangerous Love

Chapter 10 Capture Her Face on Video

Chapter 10 Capture Her Face in the Video

Joyce said sternly, with a disapproving look on her face, "You're finally willing to show up."

Elianna glanced at the guilty Kenley and asked Joyce, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Anything wrong?"

"How could you be so flighty? You're truly disgracing Asher. Is that the rule of your Gentry family?"

Elianna pretended to be innocent and said, "Mom, I don't quite get it. What have I done wrong?"

Elianna's unrepentant attitude further enraged Joyce. She spoke without restraint, "How dare you ask! You cling to Asher, leaving those marks on him. Are you any different from those shameless prostitutes out there?"

Kenley's face flickered with a hint of embarrassment but quickly returned to normal. She comforted Joyce in a gentle voice, "Joyce, your heart condition is not good. Please don't get angry."

"Anna, you'd better apologize to Joyce now."

Elianna sneered, "If it's my fault, I'll do it. But it wasn't me who was with Asher last night."

"What are you saying?" Joyce frowned. "If it wasn't you, then who could it be?"

"Kenley, Mom is asking you. Who was with Asher last night?"

Kenley put on a surprised expression and said in an innocent voice, "Anna, what are you talking about? How would I know where Asher was? I was in my room the whole time yesterday."

"You were indeed in your room, and so was Asher."

"Shut up!"

Joyce couldn't hold her anger anymore and interrupted Elianna sternly. "Kenley and Asher are like siblings. How dare you slander them like this!"

Kenley took the opportunity to start crying, saying, "That's right, Joyce. You shouldn't spread rumors like this even if you don't want to admit your fault. I have always treated Kenley as my brother."

She had no worries that Joyce would believe Elianna. She grew up by Joyce's side and they were as close as mother and daughter. Joyce would never trust an outsider like Elianna.

Amidst the commotion, Asher entered from outside.

Seeing his beloved Kenley in tears, Asher openly approached and hugged her, wiping away her tears.

"What's up, Kenley? Who bullied you?"

Kenley cried as if she were a pitiful soul. Seeing his appearance, she felt like she had encountered a savior. She called him in a soft and pitiful voice, "Asher." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Asher's heart softened completely, and he consoled her repeatedly, saying, "Don't cry. Tell me what happened! I'll handle it for you."

"Asher, you came at the right time."

Joyce glanced at Elianna and said, "Elianna said you weren't in her room last night but in Kenley's. Is that true?"

Asher froze and glared fiercely at Elianna.

This busybody actually dared to complain to his mother!

If she thought that she could snatch him back by doing this, she was dreaming!

"How is that possible!"

Asher denied it without hesitation, even turning the tables and questioning Elianna, "I clearly slept in your room last night. Why would you lie? I'm warning you, if you dare to spread baseless rumors and tarnish Kenley's reputation, don't even think about entering the Larsen family again!"

"Alright, Asher. There's no need to get angry with her considering your status."

Joyce spoke with an air of superiority, looking down on Elianna. "Elianna, do you have anything else to say?"

Seeing the whole family banding together and excluding her, Elianna understood that unless she presented evidence to Joyce, nothing she said would matter.

"I've said everything that needed to be said. Believe me or not? It's up to you."

"How dare you speak to Joyce in such a tone!"

"You've brought shame to Asher, yet show no remorse. I'll punish you by having you clean up the ancestral altar without any help from the servants!"

In the main hall, Elianna picked up the flowers from the ancestral altar and put them into a trash bag.

The servants outside that had received the news didn't come forward to help. They whispered among themselves.

Elianna didn't really care. Compared to the schemes and manipulations of the Gentry family, this was just child's play.

She reached out to grab a used cup but was stopped by another hand.

She looked up and saw Clare smiling at her.

"I'll take care of the cups. You go clean the plates."

With Clare's help, Elianna's speed doubled.

This was the second time Clare had come to Elianna's aid.

After finishing the tasks, Elianna sincerely smiled, "Thank you, Clare."

Clare smiled and said it was nothing, inviting her to the Southern Pavilion.

"Joyce is actually a nice person. She must have been really worried today. Don't take it to heart."

"I won't."

Clare poured coffee for Elianna, saying, "This coffee was just delivered by the coffee house. Please have a taste."

Elianna took a few sips and politely praised, "The aroma is delicate. It is indeed a good coffee."

Clare's smile grew even wider. "Then have more of it."

Strangely, after drinking it, Elianna felt her eyelids heavier and heavier.

She had a faint sense that something was wrong, so she stood up and said, "Clare, I'm feeling a bit tired. I'll go back first."

Clare subtly blocked her way. "Don't be so polite, Anna. David is not here, and the guest room is clean. You can lie down in there for a while if you don't mind."

Elianna intended to refuse, but her vision was becoming increasingly dark.

Clare supported Elianna and helped her sit down. "Anna, are you feeling unwell? Take a rest for a while."

Elianna's body went limp as soon as her back touched the sofa.

Clare tried calling her, "Anna?"

"Elianna?"

After calling her several times without any response, Clare removed Elianna's outer garment.

Elianna was wearing a high-necked blouse underneath, which made it difficult to remove.

Clare first lifted the hem of her blouse, and then pulled her arms out.

There were ambiguous marks along her neck, fading into the edge of her innerwear, with faint traces of scratches on her fair skin.

Clare's fingertip froze.

She then began examining Elianna's body, finding no injuries on the front.

Until she saw Elianna's back.

There were scattered welts, horrifying to behold, with scabbed-over areas where the skin had been broken.

It appeared that some treatment had already been done.

Clare furrowed her brows. So, Elianna took the medical kit for her own use?

She pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone from the coffee table and made a phone call.

"Hello, can we have a talk?"

"..."

"I examined her. She is indeed injured."

"..."

While Clare was on the phone, Elianna, who was supposed to be unconscious, moved.

Before losing consciousness again, she fiercely bit her own tongue, fighting for this brief moment of clarity.

She slowly opened her eyes just a slit and saw that Clare was sitting with her back to her. Silently, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

She had to be cautious with her movements, maneuvering in the narrow space between her body and the sofa, constantly keeping an eye on Clare in case she turned around.

Clare didn't notice Elianna's subtle actions as she continued talking to the person over the phone.

"... She must have taken the medical kit for herself."

Elianna quickly unlocked her phone and before she could edit a message, she heard Clare say, "Yes, I know what to do."

So she quickly tapped the number 1, sending the message to the last contact.

At the same time, Clare had finished her call and was about to turn around.

Elianna couldn't retrieve her phone in time, so she had to hide it beneath her.

Her heart was pounding like thunder.

Clare turned her head to look at Elianna, who appeared to be sound asleep, with half of her face covered by stray hair.

Clare sighed and said in a resigned voice, "Don't blame me; blame yourself for getting involved with Jefferson."

After speaking, she stood up and said to the door, "Come in."

Two bodyguards responded, "Yes, Ms. Clare."

Clare glanced at Elianna with a gaze of pity. "Be gentle with her."

"Yes."

Before leaving, Clare added, "Make sure to capture her face in the video."

Only then could they have leverage over her in the future.