Chapter 446

Countless possibilities raced through Odalys's mind, each more puzzling than the last.

"What's on your mind?" Percival noticed her lost in thought, a flicker of concern in his eyes. He knew this place was dangerous, yet he'd never intended for her to face any of its risks. If this situation was causing her stress, it was his fault. To Percival, all the weight and pressure should fall on him, not on her. He had never wanted her entangled in this mess.

"I was thinking… could our astrological signs be significant? What if they're a combination that frightens certain people? That would explain these strange events. You saw the man and woman on the bridge, right?"

"It seems something went wrong during a wedding. In our past lives, I died, and then you appeared. It's like we've been missing each other, or leaving behind regrets. So, perhaps this plot against the Stewart family isn't just about the present. Maybe it's tied to past generations, some conspiracy rooted in the Stewart family's ancestors," Odalys murmured, her voice trailing off.

"Maybe there's something the Stewart family has that others want," she continued, her tone darkening. "It's not just about stealing their fortune. This whole Crownridge situation is more complicated than we imagine. Before I came here, I had Orion contact Oliver. Though he rarely shows his face, Oliver is a master at manipulating the energy field of Crownridge's elites. When Blossom was in trouble, Oliver was already at the Tillery family's place in the middle of the night."

"Oliver's always been quiet, hiding in plain sight. But I can't shake the feeling that he's involved in something… we need to find him," Odalys added with an edge to her voice.

Everything seemed tangled, complex, and mysterious—but Odalys had a different thought.

"Maybe we're overcomplicating things," she said softly, almost a whisper. "Maybe it's not as complex as we think."

Percival fell silent, mulling over her words.

"Maybe you're right. But regardless of the cause, whether simple or complicated, right now, you need to calm your mind. Don't think about anything, don't overanalyze it."

"Tonight, let's just treat this like an adventure. Let yourself rest, dear," Percival's voice softened, his usual commanding tone replaced with something warmer, gentler.

He wanted her to relax, to stop overthinking. Some things weren't meant to be solved by human hands, no matter how…

"Will we both be okay this time?" Odalys asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was quiet, filled with uncertainty.

She thought about their past lives—when she had died, and when Percival had followed. Even in the 1920s, they had both perished. She wondered if they would die again, in this life, as they lay here.

What was fate? It seemed beyond anyone's control, but Odalys refused to be at its mercy. She wanted to take charge, even if it meant defying fate itself. After all, weren't all people born equal? What right did the heavens have to take that from them?

"We won't die. I won't let anything happen to us," Percival replied firmly.

Inside, he added a silent promise: Even if I die, I won't let you suffer.

He didn't voice it, but the weight of the thought was clear. He gazed at Odalys, his eyes locking onto hers, as if committing every detail of her to memory.

"Alright," Odalys whispered in response.

They shared a smile, the atmosphere between them lightening instantly. Callum, who had been tense behind the wheel, couldn't help but notice the shift in mood. The moment the tension retreated between them, he felt himself relax as well.

Callum's driving was smooth and steady, despite the winding roads, and Odalys, influenced by Percival's calming words, finally felt the exhaustion of the day catch up to her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon, she tilted her head to rest against the window, falling asleep within minutes.

Percival glanced at her as she drifted off, his heart softening. He reached over and gently draped a blanket over her. Her hand, which, even in sleep, gripped the red veil tightly. It was as if the veil was a lifeline, a connection to the unfolding events.

Chapter 116

…har unfolded, a reminder of what they were fighting for.

"Orion, it's me," Percival murmured as he took out his phone and dialed.

Orion's phone rang, and when he picked up, his voice was tinged with relief.

"Percival! I couldn't get through to you before. I thought something had happened."

Orion had been trying to reach Percival for hours, with no success. He'd even tried tracking his location, but it was as if Percival had vanished off the grid.

"Something unexpected happened here. I'll explain when I get back. For now, we need to find Oliver—quietly, without alerting anyone. We need to contain him and stop him from contacting the outside world."

Orion's stomach churned at Percival's words. He knew now that Oliver was a key figure in this tangled web of mysteries. Oliver had been laying low, almost vanishing completely. He had once been involved with the elites of Crownridge, and now nothing. No one had heard from him in weeks. It was as if he was hiding something.

"Got it," Orion replied quickly. He couldn't afford to waste time. This was no ordinary mission. The stakes were far too high.

"Just a heads-up," Orson added, lowering his voice as if to share a secret. "I think Odalys might miss you. You should call her when you can."

Percival's response was swift. "I'll be back soon. But keep your movements discreet. We can't let the Simpson family or the Bennett family catch wind of that."

Orson nodded, leaning back in his seat. A sense of relief washed over him now that Percival was back in contact. For a while, he'd felt like he was floundering, without a clear sense of direction.

"Alright, I'll keep it under wraps. The Bennett family is too busy with their own chaos to pay attention to us right now," Orson said with a wry smile, his mood lightening as he thought of their current situation.

The Bennett family's drama seemed endless. Between Windsor, Sophia, Edie, and Henry, it was a soap opera waiting to unfold.

When the call ended, Orion felt a strange sense of empowerment. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, ready to head back into action. But just as he was about to start the car, he spotted a figure walking toward him.

Orson peered through the windshield, recognizing her instantly. She was wearing a V-neck camisole dress, the cool night air doing little to hide her figure. She seemed to sense something, because she was walking straight toward his car.

Before Orion could react, she was standing in front of his vehicle, her gaze turned toward him as she tilted her head slightly.