Female Novel
Chapter 1503
The night was chaos incarnate.novelbin
Maja couldn't fathom Patric's endgame, but the cacophony of blasts reverberating through the air was a
clear indicator that he had rigged explosives across multiple locations.
How much of Eric's memory had he assimilated? These bombs weren't bought; they were handcrafted
by the man himself.
Eric was a prodigy with a penchant for the elemental, and for him, crafting bombs was a walk in the
park.
Maja furrowed her brows, as she smelled the stench of blood undeniable in the air, mingling with the
howls and wails that seemed to ride the waves of the explosions.
Patric's move was merciless, not intended to spare anyone, even the Bradshaws.
She took a deep breath, but found the sulfur hanging heavy and acrid in the air made her stomach
churn.
Patric held her close with one arm, while the other hastily wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his
bleeding wound.
"Patric, where the hell are you taking me?" Maja's voice was tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.
Why stir up this hornet's nest?
If he wanted to get out, why not just team up with Ian? After all, they had entered this mess together.
Why go to such lengths, planting bombs everywhere?
Was his plan to let Ian die, to throw the Bradshaws into disarray, and to cause an uproar on Forbidden
Island so as to make it slipping away in the chaos?
And why take her along? If he had left her behind, he could already be in some safe haven by now.
"Shut up!" Patric barked, as he hoisted her up and trudged forward.
The thick dust in the air choked him and made him cough a bit, and suddenly, faint footsteps caught his
attention.
Then, a man's voice cut through the turmoil.
"Hand her over."
It was Ian's voice.
Patric stiffened, half-convinced that he was hallucinating.
Ian was supposed to be at the Bradshaws' tonight, where the bombs were the thickest; he should have
been blown to smithereens.
How could he be here?
As the dust settled slightly, Patric could see the figure next to him clearly—it was indeed Ian.
Dressed in a black cloak, Ian wielded a gun with steely intent.
The bullet that had whizzed by earlier had been his doing.
Patric clutched Maja tighter, his face draining of color.
"Why are you here?"
With the number of bombs he'd set, there should've been no survivors from the Bradshaws.
Why was Ian so damn lucky?
Without warning, Ian fired, and the bullet stroke Patric in the shoulder.
Patric's grip failed, and Maja slipped from his arms.
Ian caught her effortlessly.
Maja was still paralyzed, her lips quivering with unvoiced terror.
Ian frowned, as he recalled the moment they had entered Forbidden Island together; back then,
Patric's eyes didn't harbor such resentment.
What had happened in such a short span to make Patric hate him this much?
Holding Maja securely, Ian commanded his men.
"Take him. We leave now to pick up Oliver Porter, and then it's off to the South District Mental Hospital
on Outer Island."
"Understood, Mr. Raymond."
These were the forces mobilized by the head of the Porter family at Ian's behest, part of his pact with
Oliver.
He had promised to get Oliver off Forbidden Island. Updated at Dr?manovеls.cоm
In the aftermath, Inner Island would be licking its wounds, and too preoccupied to concern itself with
Outer Island affairs.
And for that, Ian had Patric's machinations to thank.
Someone approached Patric and helped him to his feet, but Patric could only glare at Ian, consumed
with frustration.
He had planted bombs all over Inner Island, but somewhere, somehow, it had all gone wrong.