Chapter 411
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“Understood. Thank you, Mr. Glyn, for still giving us this opportunity. We promise—we won’t fail again,” Mack said, plastering a strained smile on his face.
Moss’s mood eased slightly. He slapped Mack’s shoulder, grinning. “As long as you get me Christina, I’ll treat you well. I’ll make sure your family rises to new heights.”
Encouraged by the promise, Mack nodded eagerly. “Rest assured, you can count on us. We won’t let you down.”
“Exactly, Mr. Glyn,” Liza added quickly, her tone overly eager. “We’ll get her to you, no matter what. If we have to tie that little brat up ourselves, we will.”
Yvonne clenched her molars so tightly that her jaw began to ache. She longed to stab Moss right there and then. But she knew better. The Glyn family’s power was still useful. She would endure for now, but one day, when their value ran dry, she swore she’d make Moss pay in full.
Seeing how cooperative the Jones family was, Moss looked pleased. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, his face twisted in irritation. It was his wife again. She had been calling nonstop lately—like a broken record. If it weren’t for the fact that she had given birth to the Glyn family’s only heir—and that he himself had difficulty fathering another child—he would have discarded her long ago.
As soon as Moss answered the call, he snapped impatiently, “Calling me this early—are you trying to drive me insane?”
On the other end came the choked sobs of Alexa Glyn, Moss’s wife. “Honey, our son… He… He…”
Moss’s stomach dropped. His brows furrowed in alarm. “What happened to Balfour?”
“He’s been hurt—seriously hurt. He’s unconscious, and…” Alexa broke down again, unable to continue.
Panic surged through Moss. His voice rose in fury. “Enough with the crying! Can’t you speak properly for once?”
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Frightened by his shout, Alexa bit back her sobs. After a moment of silence, she spoke in a trembling whisper. “Balfour’s injury… It’s down there. The doctors say he’s lost his fertility. They don’t know what to do. Our Glyn family line…”
“It’s at risk of dying out. They say there’s only one hope—King, the legendary healer…”
Moss’s grip on his phone tightened until the veins on his hand bulged. His face turned ghostly pale, his jaw clenched in fury. Balfour was the only heir of the Glyn family. If Balfour couldn’t father children, then the Glyn bloodline would end with him.
Moss’s thoughts spun rapidly. King! Yes—King was their only hope. King’s reputation in the medical world was unmatched. If they could find King, maybe, just maybe…
Moss suddenly remembered hearing whispers that King had recently appeared at Kitaso Hospital. There might still be a lead there.
“I’m heading to the hospital now,” he said abruptly and then hung up.
Mack, sensing the urgency, asked cautiously, “Is everything alright, Mr. Glyn?”
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