The Queen's Back

THE Chapter 337 Mona retraced her steps along the path she had just taken, the rain seeming to pour harder. Disoriented, she wandered to a corner she had passed earlier, catching a metallic scent of blood mingling with the fresh aroma of rain-washed city air. Lowering her head, she noticed blood mixing with the rainwater flowing downwards. As she crouched down, her lengthy hair dripped wetly against her neck. Blood-it was unmistakably blood. When she looked up, Mona saw a torn tie soaked in rain and mingled with the crimson liquid.

She picked up the torn tie, holding it in her hands. The rain blurred her vision to the point where she could barely keep her eyes open, but in that one glance, she recognized the tie, Maxwell had worn on the day of their accident. 'How could it be here?' she thought.

Then she recalled her name, which she had faintly heard moments ago. She looked up just in tto see a few shadowy figures disappearing around the corner of a wall, one strikingly familiar.

Instinctively, Mona ran toward them, but after only a couple of steps, exhaustion overcher, and she collapsed. The figures vanished utterly from her sight, and although she wanted to remember, she had no strength left to do so.

She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Maxwell Carter, is that you? Are you back?" Her voice echoed in the rain, each cry tearing at her heart, releasing the pent-up grievances and pain she had carried for so long, but the only response was the sound of the rain. She recalled the faint silhouette she had just seen-though it was far away and the sky was dark, she recognized it, it was Maxwell. With renewed determination, she convinced herself that the Maxwell she knew was still out there, that he wasn't truly gone. Maxwell was not in Welintern; he had returned to Nathontown by her side. It was just that someone was holding him back, trapping him.

Mona didn't know how long she had been lying in the rain until it finally began to lighten, and the distant sky gradually brightened with the first hints of dawn. She clutched the torn tie tightly, like a drowning person grasping their last lifeline.

In a hoarse whisper, she murmured, "That Maxwell Carter is a fake." Her voice was barely recognizable, her lips chapped and dry from thirst.

Mona sensed that Maxwell was nearby, though she couldn't pinpoint his location. She had fallen from exhaustion and didn't want to fight against the rain anymore. She firmly believed the Maxwell at hwas an imposter, while the real one was in Nathontown, in the villa community around her.

When Mona finally rested enough to drag her exhausted body back to the villa, Haley spotted her disheveled and hurried over. "Mona, what happened? Are you okay?" Usually, Mona would still be asleep at this hour, and Haley had thought she was resting, never expecting her to return.

Mona shook her head, her voice hoarse as she told Haley, "I'm fine. Keep the bodyguard at the door, and don't let Maxwell leave. I'll go take a shower and be right back." "The imposter must know something about Maxwell, Mona thought. Haley noticed the torn tie in Mona's hand and seemed to have an idea. She quickly nodded, saying, "Mona, don't worry Withhere, not even a mosquito will get out." For Haley, Mona's commands were absolute.

Mona returned to her room and noticed that the door next to hers was still tightly shut, with that imposter and that beauty asleep inside. She examined the tie, which had a pattern she designed and was likely one of a kind.

Coupled with the sounds she had heard last night and her suspicions over the past few days, Mona was now confident that the information brought by Nigel was false.

Once back in her room, Mona was already drenched, the cold rain clinging to her clothes and skin, making her Nncomfortable. She longed to take a relaxing bath, but there was no tfor that. Instead, she quickly took a hot shower to 1/2.

@74% Chapter 337 warm herself and wash away the chill.

Before she could finish drying her hair, Haley called from the door, "Mona, Gordon is here. He insists on seeing you." At Haley's words, Mona's hand trembled as she looked at her pale reflection in the mirror. She replied softly, "Got it. Have him wait in the living room; I'll be out shortly." She thought, 'It's early for him to be looking for me; he must have a purpose.' As soon as she finished speaking, Mona glanced back at her reflection in the mirror. Her large eyes still looked the same, but the spark was replaced by weariness. She quickly dried her hair and put on the down jacket, which made her seem to wrap herself tightly before heading out. Her legs ached, but her heart felt uncomfortable. The door next door remained tightly shut, and Mona had no idea when it would open. Walking on the thick carpet, she reached the bottom and saw Gordon sitting on the sofa. "What's going on? What brings Mr. Carter to my hthis early?" she said, sitting across from him. At her words, Gordon looked up, his gaze lingering on Mona's slightly reddened eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I heard that my wayward brother brought his lover home. I just cto check on you," he said.

"Mr. Carter, you certainly have your ear to the ground; I admire that. But I'm doing fine, so there's no need for your concern," Mona replied.

you Gordon's gaze fixed on Mona as he said calmly, "Doing fine? I can't see that. Your eyes are red, your face is pale, and looked you have lost weight; it seems you didn't sleep well last night. Since you've already suffered this much, why not just end it? A clean break would be for the best, wouldn't it?" "There's no need for you to worry about me. I'm fine, just a bit tired, so I won't keep you chatting," Mona replied as she stood up. From Gordon's words, she understood that whatever the imposter had done last night seemed to have been directed by someone else, and it was clear who that might be.

Gordon watched Mona's slender figure as she stood; even the heavy down jacket couldn't hide her graceful silhouette. His gaze gradually turned to anger.

"Mona Clem, as the esteemed daughter of the Clem family, you can tolerate your husband cheating right in front of you. That's quite impressive endurance," Gordon said, his voice laced with disdain.

Gordon's words made Mona clench her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms. The pain brought her back to reality, everything had to be done with Maxwell's safety as the priority.

Gordon sensed his anger rising, but his words fell flat, like hitting a cotton wall with no effect. Frustrated, he left.

He couldn't believe Mona would om continue to forgive the imposter out of their past relationship; after a few more encounters, anyone would reach their limit. Perhaps Mona was already on the brink of collapse but refused to admit it. The substantial amount he spent to replicate Maxwell perfectly seemed worth it. The divorce between Mona and Maxwell was only a matter of time. 2/2 SEND GIFT |||