Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 687: You Won’t Kill Me, Will You?

Aurora lowered her head. "He’s the one who saved my life. That’s why I had to come. If I didn’t... I’d never have peace of mind."

"You’re just like your grandfather," the old man murmured.

He slowly stood up, and Aurora no longer had the appetite to eat.

"Play a song for me," he said quietly, facing the night light streaming through the window. "Your best one."

Aurora got up and silently walked over to the piano. She took a breath, adjusted her emotions, and began to play.

She chose Losing You, a melancholy tune. It began ethereal and gentle, but as the melody unfolded, it became full of sorrow, regret, and quiet pain.

As the flowing notes filled the room, the old man unknowingly stepped up behind her. Aurora tensed immediately.

The cold barrel of a gun pressed against her back just as the final note faded.

The old man placed a small vial on the piano.

"This is the antidote. You’ve truly impressed me. But... I really want to kill you. How can a beautiful angel like you be left for another man to have?"

His voice was like ice. Aurora knew he was thinking of Grandma Carter again. After all these decades, was he still unable to let go?

"You won’t kill me," Aurora said calmly. "You never went after Grandma Carter all these years. That proves you’d never hurt her or her family."

"You’re wrong," the old man replied, voice heavy with bitterness. "One night, I broke into her bedroom. She was sleeping next to your uncle—he was only three at the time. I wanted to end her life right then and there. But... your uncle woke up crying. She gently soothed him, sang to him... and my heart softened." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

He let out a hollow laugh. "I loved her so much, yet she gave me up just because of my temper. I kept wondering if she ever truly loved me. But then she looked at me—kneeling, holding her child—and there was love in her eyes. So I backed down."

The old man remembered that night under the lonely moonlight... the dreamlike woman he could never have.

He had remained alone ever since—all for one woman.

Aurora stayed silent, simply listening.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Aurora jumped and looked over, stunned.

Tobias had arrived with several men in black, their guns aimed directly at the old man.

"Don’t move! Hand over the antidote now!"

"Drop the gun! Don’t hurt her!"

Aurora panicked, speaking quickly. "I didn’t call them..."

But the old man only chuckled. "You’re quite the team. Been following her the whole time, haven’t you?"

Aurora’s eyes widened in realization—so Tobias hadn’t trusted her either. He must’ve followed her here in secret.

"She’s your young master’s woman," the old man said coldly, placing a firm hand on Aurora’s shoulder. "Come with me, Aurora. Over to the window."

Tobias and the others grew more anxious. No one dared shoot—Aurora’s safety was at stake.

The old man was right: Aurora was the one the young master loved most.

"The antidote... it’s on the piano!" Aurora shouted to Will and Tobias.

Tobias was overjoyed to hear that, but the situation was still dire. Was the old man planning to take Aurora hostage?

Step by step, Aurora was led to the window.

The old man stood by the window ledge, raising an eyebrow with a cold smile.

"When your young master wakes up, tell him—he hasn’t passed my test. If he wants Aurora, then he’ll have to face danger every single day. But if he gives her up... then he’ll live in peace."

"You... who are you really?" Aurora asked, her voice trembling.

The old man chuckled coldly. "You don’t deserve to know. Farewell. Until we meet again."

And with that, he leapt—his entire body disappearing into the thick darkness outside.

Aurora let out a scream as she saw him jump.

But instead of crashing down, his coat suddenly puffed up like it had caught the wind, and with a whoosh, he soared away into the night.

Aurora stared, heart racing, shocked beyond words.

Tobias and the others had seen it too. They stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief as the shrinking silhouette vanished into the dark.

"Good God... that guy... he must be an inventor!" someone gasped.

"Yeah, only someone like that could create something small enough to fly with."

"Miss Wilson, are you alright?" Tobias asked urgently. His expression was tense, but when he saw Aurora’s clothes were intact and she hadn’t been harmed, he quietly exhaled with relief.

"I’m fine... Hurry, take the antidote back to the young master," Aurora urged.

Tobias gave a cold laugh. "And how can you be so sure this antidote is even real?"

Aurora glanced at him calmly. "If he wanted Everett dead, he would’ve done it already. Do you really think a man like him wouldn’t have had the chance?"

Tobias had no answer.

That old man—who had just flown off into the night—was no ordinary person. That much was obvious.

Will held the vial up, examining the clear liquid inside. "We should head back immediately. Whether the young master should take it... that’s up to the old master to decide."

Tobias nodded grimly. At this point, they had no better options.

Aurora followed them back to the hospital. Along the way, Dominic called several times, panicked as if she’d gone missing.

Inside the hospital room—

Mr. Langston listened to Tobias’s account, his face growing colder by the second. His displeased eyes turned sharply to Aurora.

"Such a femme fatale," he snapped. "You actually managed to attract that kind of man. Everett is clearly out of your league."

Aurora lowered her head. "I’m sorry... I dragged Everett into this."

Mr. Langston let out a cold snort, eyes fixed on the small vial in his hand.

Should he give the antidote to Everett?

What if it was dangerous? What then?

He turned and asked coldly, "Do you think we should give it to him?"

Aurora looked up, eyes misting with emotion. She felt a twist of guilt—Everett had ended up in danger because of Grandma Carter’s past. That was never what she wanted.

"I... I think we should. That man is capable of anything. He said this was a test... which means he wouldn’t leave Everett in this coma permanently."

What lay ahead for Everett was a hard choice:

If he stayed with Aurora, danger would be his constant shadow.

If he left her, he might be safe—but at what emotional cost?

That old man was playing a cruel game—pitting Everett against his own limits, just to see who would last the longest.

"In that case," Mr. Langston said coldly, "give it to him."

Because at this point, there was no alternative.

Tobias and Will exchanged a glance. With utmost care, they took the vial and approached Everett.

Tobias gently pried Everett’s lips open while Will slowly poured the antidote into his mouth.

The liquid touched Everett’s lips—but some of it trickled out.

"His jaw is clenched tight—the liquid isn’t going down," Tobias murmured. Then, quietly, he whispered, I’m sorry, and firmly pressed on Everett’s lower jaw, forcing a small gap to open between his teeth.