Chapter 1037: Entanglement

Oscar's eyes narrowed. What was this man's relationship with Besse?

Before Oscar could speak, Doyle shouted, "That'll never happen! Even if I die here, I won't let you see her!"

The man sneered. "I didn't expect you to still be so infatuated with Besse after all these years!"

"Skye, that's enough!" Doyle yelled. "Why involve others in our grudge? Come at me directly!"

"How can I be satisfied with that?! If I don't make you feel the loss of your beloved, what was the point of enduring all these years?!"

Doyle glared fiercely, his eyes bloodshot.

Skye turned to Oscar. "Have Besse come talk to me, or I won't negotiate."

Oscar clenched his fists. "Besse was in a car accident and is in a coma."

"Fine," Skye said indifferently. "Even unconscious, seeing her is enough. I'll give you twenty minutes to bring her from the hospital."

"Don't listen to him!" Doyle cried. "We can't let Besse come here! He's a madman; even if he sees her, he won't spare me—he'll only succeed in his conspiracy… Ah!"

Doyle screamed as he received a blow to the stomach. Already injured from a previous car accident, the kick nearly knocked him unconscious. He vomited blood. Skye laughed coldly and cruelly.

"Shut his mouth!"

One of Skye's men gagged Doyle with a plastic bag. Doyle glared at Skye, despair lingering in his eyes.

Oscar watched closely, hesitant to act. Skye was volatile.

Skye resumed, "I want to see Besse!"

"Okay," Oscar agreed.

Doyle stared at Oscar, incredulous. His eyes blazed with desperate, silent fury.

Oscar, noticing Doyle's reaction, addressed Skye. "But I need to know what happened between you, your relationship with Doyle and Besse, and why you kidnapped them."

Skye's tone was icy. "Are you stalling?"

"You know Doyle's true identity," Oscar explained. "As the prince of Jolencami, if anything happens to him in Northfield, I can't explain it to the Jolencami king."

Skye laughed. "True! No harm in telling you about our grievances."

Oscar remained vigilant.

"Doyle and his childhood sweetheart and fiancée, Besse, shared a deep and loving relationship. As an ordinary Jolencami merchant, I had no connection to them. I wished them well at their wedding announcement. But a car accident changed everything, shattering my admiration for the royal family. I hate power now, I hate Doyle!"

A car accident? Was it the one five years ago where Besse was seriously injured?

Skye, seeming calmer, continued, "Five years ago, my girlfriend and I were in a car accident. We were to be married. Besse received the best treatment, but my girlfriend was rejected by every hospital!"

"Ugh…" Doyle struggled, unwilling to hear more. Skye's eyes were red, remembering the past.

"Doyle used his power to retaliate, forbidding any hospital from treating her. I used every connection, but no one dared defy the royal family. Desperate, I begged Doyle, offering myself in her place, kneeling to him, but he…"

Skye's resentment was palpable.

"He kicked me and said my girlfriend wouldn't survive!" Skye's voice was frigid. He would kill Doyle if he could.

Oscar glanced at Doyle, whose face was contorted with rage.

"My girlfriend died," Skye continued, his fury barely contained. "Because she lacked timely treatment. Doyle killed her! I've lived only for revenge! He must pay!"

"Uh, uh…" Doyle struggled frantically. Bound by mercenaries, his blood-soaked body was immobile.

"I planned to toy with Doyle a little longer," Skye laughed eerily. "I had Minerva secretly escalate the Besse plagiarism case, supporting her. Who knew she'd be so useless, even plagiarizing herself? A waste of time! Doyle's always been lucky—good background, a fiancée miraculously recovering from a vegetative state. I tried to suppress your brand, tarnish your image, but you resolved it easily!"

Skye glared at Doyle. "You forced my hand!"

Doyle glared back.

Skye, satisfied, laughed wildly before addressing Oscar. "Twenty minutes. Otherwise, we die together if I don't see Besse!"

Oscar looked at Doyle, who desperately tried to dissuade him.

"What are you hesitating about?" Skye pressed. "Whose life is more important—Doyle's or Besse's?!"