I Became His Sweetheart

Elijah was awakened by two crisp bird calls at 9 pm. Enduring the pain in his back, he forced himself to stand up from the floor. There was important business to attend to that night, and he had to stay alert.

Holding onto the railing, Elijah returned to his room and headed straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower to its hottest setting as he needed to wash away the blood on his shirt. After spending six hours unconscious with the blood and shirt fabric sticking together, attempting to change clothes would be like peeling off a layer of skin. Only hot water could swiftly remove the shirt.

However, the hot water pouring over the wounds on his back felt like a second round of torture, as if millions of needles were piercing, through. Elijah trembled in pain. Despite the intense physical discomfort, the scalding water gradually cleared his mind,

After a few minutes of showering, he changed into a fresh set of clothes. Turning off the lights, Elijah utilized the limited visibility in the bodyguards‘ hidden spots, pretending to lay on the bed as if sleeping. Silently, he stuffed the extra bedding, he had prepared into the bed, creating the illusion that he was asleep.

Then, Elijah quietly rolled to the other side of the bed, and shivers spread through his entire body when his back touched the ground, causing dizziness. After taking a two-minute break, he quietly exited through the slightly ajar door, going to the room on the other side that was in the bodyguards’ blind spot. Later, he descended to the first floor through the pipes conveniently located next to the window.

This position happened to be near the back door. Hearing the subtle movements, Lionel came out and reported in a hushed voice.

“Mr. Freeman, the Nicholls family had one missing heiress six years ago, but that girl was found three years ago, and we have her photo from online records. She definitely isn’t Ms. Sheena. Apart from that, there’s no one else with a timeline that fits Ms. Sheena’s.”

As Elijah listened to the report, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Lionel continued, “But during my prison visit, | learned Ms. Sheena flew to Luivine to bring back a doctor to treat Hannah, | collaborated with all my subordinates in the investigation and found that the doctor she sought was Noah Lawson.”

Noah Lawson? Elijah was stunned.

Noah held a prominent status in the medical field. Rumors portrayed him as a reclusive, arrogant, and quiet figure, a medical genius with no apparent relationships with women. Yet, Sheena somehow managed to persuade such a person?

All of Albert's sons seemed to have inexplicable connections with Sheena, going to great lengths to assist her!

The Zimmer family, seemingly distant relatives of the Lawson family, basked in the glow of their association, confidently displaying their prowess in Farlem,

Sheena’s ties with the Lawson family appeared complex. Could she also be affiliated with the Lawson family?

Elijah’s expression grew increasingly stern. “Investigate the Lawson family! Whether they're. direct descendants or distant relatives, anyone with a timeline matching Sheena’s must be reported!”

Lionel hesitated before continuing, “Mr. Freeman, do you remember six years ago, when Albert’s youngest daughter...” Beep, beep-

Lionel’s sentence was cut short as headlights suddenly flashed.

Sheena had returned!

Why would she come back at this unexpected hour?

“Mr. Freeman, be careful on your way back. Take care! I'll thoroughly investigate this!” Lionel expressed concern, glancing at

Elijah before swiftly disappearing into the darkness.

Elijah was amazed at how fast Lionel fled the scene. Then, he immediately turned around, intending to enter through the main door connecting the garden and the living room. However, Sheena had already exited the car, and with lights illuminating the garden, he would undoubtedly be exposed.

Without other options, Elijah reluctantly eyed the pipe he had descended from earlier—it was the only way. Ignoring the pain in his back, he immediately began climbing up.

Meanwhile, Sheena walked into the mansion through the garden, questioning Sawyer. “Has he been behaving these past few days?”

Sawyer replied, “Mr. Freeman wanted to go out twice but after we refused, he hasn't asked again. He’s already in bed asleep

now. Sheena frowned as she looked at the time. It was only 9.30 p.m. Why was he in bed so early?

“| don't believe it!”