Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 642

Chapter 642: Chapter 642

"The medicine Mr. Elliot injected into Grandpa, combined with the one on the infusion drip, could create a deadly poison."

As Rosemary said this, she lifted her gaze to look at Bard.

"This implies that either Mr. Elliot is medically knowledgeable, or he is guided by a highly skilled person. Whoever conceived this plot possesses medical and pharmacological expertise far beyond an average doctor."

Upon hearing this, Bard became more solemn.

"Grandpa is even more fragile than before, and he’ll have to rely on medication for gradual recovery," Rosemary continued, looking at the man on the hospital bed.

"It might take several days for him to wake up."

If it were not for her pushing the poison out of Darren’s body in time, they might be staring at his lifeless body at this very moment.

That was why she chose to stay and save Darren instead of pursuing Mr. Elliot.

"I was careless to assume that leaving Mr. Elliot here would ensure absolute safety," Bard admitted, his voice filled with regret.

Trust, it seemed, could be the sharpest blade.

"If it wasn’t for your timely appearance, your discovery of Mr. Elliot’s plot, and your efforts to rid your Grandpa’s body of the poison, he might have..." Bard’s voice trailed off, his gaze falling on Darren, a heavy weight pressing on his heart.

At that moment, a young man accompanied by a team of bodyguards hurried in.

"Mr. Bard."

Bard lifted his gaze.

"Let me introduce you. This is Gordon, my most trusted man."

Rosemary looked at the young man who had just entered. He appeared to be in his early twenties—handsome, with a determined and astute look in his eyes.

Being trusted by her uncle at such a young age indicated his exceptional capabilities.

Rosemary gave him a nod, and Gordon respectfully addressed her.

"Ms. Rose."

"I’ll stay here tonight. You take Rose home," Bard instructed Gordon.

"Yes, sir."

"Uncle Bard, I should stay here too, in case any emergency happens," Rosemary offered.

"You flew the plane to my airstrip after the pilot got into an accident, performed two surgeries, dealt with the intruders, saved a stranger’s life, and now you’ve saved your grandfather."

Gordon was amazed at Rose’s capabilities. She wasn’t like any spoiled lady from rich families.

"Uncle Bard, don’t feel guilty. Whether I came or not, these things would have happened. It was just a coincidence that I was there. What we can do now is find out who is behind all this and restore peace to our lives."

Bard looked at Rosemary with admiration.

"You’re right. We must find the person behind this. Gordon, after you take Rose home, investigate who Mr. Elliot has been in contact with recently."

"Yes, sir," Gordon nodded, then turned to Rosemary.

"Ms. Rose, please."

"Hold on."

Rosemary walked over to the bedside table where a medical record and a pen were placed. She took the pen and began to doodle on the blank page.

Bard and Gordon watched her, both at a loss for what she was doing.

Rosemary drew a pattern on the blank page and handed it to Bard.

"When I fought with Mr. Elliot, I noticed this pattern below his collarbone, close to his heart."

Bard took a look and saw a menacing, ferocious wolf’s head.

"Is he part of the Mafia Rock?"

Gordon was surprised. He didn’t expect Mr. Elliot to have such a significant background. But they had always maintained a non-interference policy with the Mafia Rock. Why would they send Mr. Elliot to harm Darren?

"Rose, I didn’t know you were such a good artist." Bard was amazed at the lifelike drawing of the wolf’s head.

"Uncle Bard, you’re too kind. But I’m not sure if this wolf head is Mr. Elliot’s real identity or if he’s trying to mislead us by putting up a front," Rosemary pondered.

Upon hearing this, Gordon also found it to be a reasonable doubt.

Their dealings with the Mafia Rock had always been straightforward—everyone minding their own business. If Mr. Elliot was deliberately disguising himself to frame them, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Bard realized that his niece was quite astute. No wonder the family had nothing but praise for her.

"I’ll keep an eye out. You should go rest," Bard advised.

"Alright. Call me if anything comes up."

Rosemary stepped out of the hospital room. Gordon gave Bard a nod before hurrying to catch up with her.

In the car:

Rosemary texted her subordinates:

[Check if there’s a food stand near the Tala Desert, run by a middle-aged woman with a sick son in the hospital and a good-for-nothing husband.]

Her henchman sent back a photo with dark circles under his eyes:

[Boss, aren’t you sleeping yet? Look at my dark circles.]

Rosemary was speechless.

[Boss, does anyone really sell food near the desert? Wouldn’t customers get a mouthful of sand with each gust of wind?]

Rosemary suddenly looked thoughtful.

Was everything, including her grandfather’s injury, all part of a premeditated plan?

Who was trying to harm her grandfather?

Who had he offended?

[I need results ASAP.]

[Sure thing, boss. But about that eye cream for dark circles—could you send me a couple more bottles? Some girls called me ’uncle’ today. Can you believe it? At my age? She must be blind.]

Rosemary didn’t know what to say.

On the other side:

Jack and his crew had caught several injured men in black. He cut the tendons of one of them with a knife.

"You dare to harm our boss? I think you’re tired of living."

The man in black screamed in pain, never expecting to be caught by Jack’s gang.

At that point, another group of masked men came charging in under the moonlight.

"We need these men," the man in the silver mask commanded, his mask gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"You talking to me?" Jack looked at the man disdainfully.

"We caught them. If you have the guts, come and take them."

The man in the silver mask said coldly,

"You should find out that in all of Dawnstar, there is no one we can’t get."

"Well, today I’ll teach you a lesson, and you’ll learn that there’s always a bigger fish," Jack retorted, quickly making his move.

The man in the silver mask instantly blocked him.

The men in black were confused about what was happening.

The man in the silver mask was Bard’s man, but who were these brash people, and why were they trying to capture them?

They saw an opportunity to escape.

Just as the men in black were about to slip away, Jack put his knife to one of their necks.

"Did I say you could leave?"

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