Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 131: His Head Rested on Chloe Nash’s Shoulder

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: His Head Rested on Chloe Nash’s Shoulder

That look seemed just like the late Chloe Nash.

In just a flash, the few people disappeared without a trace.

Jett Sterling watched their backs and chuckled to himself mockingly.

He must be going crazy missing Chloe Nash, to mistake a man for her.

Mrs. Nash was sent to the hospital, and Chloe followed her into the operating room.

Caden Sinclair, an orthopedic expert, was already waiting in the operating room.

After a professional examination, Mrs. Nash had a mild concussion from a head impact, two broken ribs, and a fractured calf.

But none of these injuries were life-threatening.

Upon seeing these results, Chloe couldn’t help but feel her eyes misting over.

Thank goodness her mother was okay, otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to face Chloe’s death.

Seeing her like this, Caden patted her on the shoulder and said, "Your aunt has good fortune to be so lucky, I think Chloe must be blessing her."

Otherwise, no one would believe that someone could survive falling from such a high cliff.

Chloe nodded along, "I’ll leave my mom’s surgery in your hands."

"Don’t worry, Chloe was also my comrade, I’ll do my best for your aunt’s surgery. There’s nothing for you to do here, go wait outside. After the surgery, there’s still a long recovery period, and you’ll be busy with that."

"I know, but I want to be here with her."

Caden couldn’t persuade Chloe otherwise, so he let her stay in the operating room to watch.

Outside the emergency room.

Jett and Silas Prescott kept Mr. North company, waiting on the chairs.

He was a bit curious and asked, "Who are those people you found? They didn’t seem like a normal rescue team, I saw tattoos on their wrists."

Silas’s eyes were indifferent, "It’s a secret, I can’t say."

Jett sneered lightly, "Do you really think I don’t know? The tattoos on their wrists are of a nightingale. I think they must be the mysterious organization, The Nightingale Alliance, capable of snatching people from the clutches of death. I didn’t expect you could find them."

The Nightingale Alliance is an extremely secretive team.

They can kill or save.

They employ the world’s top assassins, each one a brave warrior, like gods in their existence.

But their fees are extraordinarily high, most people can’t afford them, nor can they find their contact information.

Back then, Silas contacted them through various channels.

It was the only opportunity to go to the war zone to find Sienna Paxton, but instead of finding Sienna, he stumbled upon Julian Prescott.

He doesn’t know what Sienna went through back then, how she survived.

The fact that she survived while even The Nightingale Alliance couldn’t find her was, to Silas, the greatest gift from heaven.

Silas’s eyes fell on Mr. North, "Uncle, Auntie isn’t someone who acts irrationally, what exactly happened today?"

Mr. North sighed and said, "The few people we were with agreed to get up early to take pictures of the sunrise. Your Auntie and her sisters were standing on the viewing platform taking pictures when suddenly another group rushed in to compete for the photo spots.

There were many people at the time, everyone was only looking at the cameras ahead, no one paid attention to what was behind.

After finishing the photos, that’s when I realized your Auntie was missing. We immediately started looking for her and saw her red scarf caught on a tree branch off the cliff, confirming she had fallen."

Silas furrowed his brow, "I checked that viewing platform, it has railings behind it. Without external force, someone wouldn’t fall."

Mr. North looked at him in disbelief, "You suspect she was pushed?"

"It’s very possible. I’ve already sent someone to review the surveillance footage, we’ll soon have the results."

As they spoke, the operating room door opened.

Chloe pushed her mother out.

Mr. North hurried over to ask, "Chloe, how’s your mom?"

Chloe removed her mask, "Dad, Mom just has broken ribs and a fractured calf. She’ll be fine after some time to heal, everything else is okay."

Mr. North’s eyes moistened, "Thank heavens she survived. Once this is over, I’ll definitely visit Serenity Temple to burn incense and pay my respects."

They pushed Mrs. Nash to the ward while Silas’s phone suddenly rang.

"President Prescott, all the cameras around the viewing platform are broken, we can’t check anything."

Upon hearing this, Silas’s dark eyes sank slightly.

Mornfell being a 5A scenic spot, a temporary camera malfunction could be understandable, but all of them breaking indicates a conspiracy.

Who is it that keeps trying over and over to trap the Nash Family?

Silas sternly instructed, "Didn’t people take photos at that time? I believe some cameras may hold what we’re looking for."

Owen Paxton: "Got it, I’ll go check."

After hanging up, Silas walked into the ward.

He immediately saw Jett holding Mrs. Nash’s hand, both with red eyes, sharing something unknown.

Caden stood on the balcony, concerned Chloe might be too anxious, trying to cheer her up.

Both scenes in the room made Silas crazily jealous.

Mrs. Nash was clearly aware that current Chloe wasn’t her daughter, yet she remained as close as ever to Jett, calling him Young Sterling.

Meanwhile, Caden, claiming a life-or-death friendship with Chloe, flirted with her right in front of Mrs. Nash’s eyes.

Why didn’t Chloe insist on being a virtuous wife for her husband at this moment?

It turned out all her principles were directed solely at him.

Just thinking about how Chloe not only had a husband but also these two constantly around her.

Silas couldn’t help but let out a dark chuckle.

That was his Sienna, how could he possibly let anyone else near her?

He pushed the door open, walked over to Mrs. Nash with a gentle expression, leaned down, and asked, "Auntie, how are you feeling?"

Mrs. Nash shook her head, "Just a bit sore, nothing major. Thanks to all of you for helping, once we’re back, I’ll have your uncle treat you all to a meal."

Silas politely curved his lips, "As long as you’re okay, I’ll take my leave as I have some things to attend to. I’ll let the others take care of you."

Jett looked at him a bit surprised.

Wasn’t this the same person who always enjoyed a jealous competition?

Why did he suddenly change today?

As he pondered, a shadow suddenly loomed over, hurling toward him.

Jett, quick-witted, stood up and caught Silas’s arm.

Preventing Silas from falling.

Seeing this, Chloe quickly came over and placed her hand on Silas’s forehead.

She frowned slightly and asked, "The fever’s up again, didn’t you take your medicine?"

Silas shook his head, his complexion pale, "I was in such a hurry that I forgot to take it. I’ll go back later, buy some medicine from the pharmacy, and drink some water to take the pills. You all take good care of Auntie."

After saying that, he tried to stand up and staggered toward the door.

Seeing this, Mrs. Nash expressed concern, "Chloe, what’s wrong with Mr. Prescott?"

Chloe: "He had a fever of 39.5 yesterday, and probably because he was busy looking for you last night, the wound’s now infected again."

Hearing this, Mrs. Nash felt a pang of distress, "You silly child, if you’re not feeling well, you should rest instead, otherwise you’ll end up worse, making me feel more guilty. Chloe, quickly help Mr. Prescott lie down, take his temperature, a high fever isn’t something to joke about."

Silas’s face showed a faint satisfaction, but he said, "As long as you’re found, and Chloe isn’t sad, my physical condition doesn’t matter."

As he spoke, he leaned his head heavily on Chloe’s shoulder.