Chapter 69 Mortimer, I'm Hurting
The Radcliffe family estate.
After Mortimer returned home, he was taken by Elder Radcliffe to play chess in the yard.
Elder Radcliffe was in his eighties and still looked lively, almost like he was in his sixties.
He pinched a chess piece and placed it on the board.
"Mortimer, you lost," Elder Radcliffe said with a smile.
Mortimer held a black chess piece in his hand and glanced at the board. He had nowhere to place it.
Mortimer chuckled softly and said, "Grandfather, your chess skills are superb. I lost."
Elder Radcliffe shook his head and said, "It's not that my chess skills are superb, but that you are distracted. Whenever we play chess, you lose nine out of ten games. Today, I have already won three games in a row, which shows that your mind is not on the game."
Mortimer didn't deny it or explain.
"Is it because of Nora?" Elder Radcliffe asked.
Though it was a question, his tone was certain.
Mortimer nodded lightly.
Elder Radcliffe took a sip of tea and slowly said, "The Cappadocia family intends to groom you as the next king of Country X, but here you are secretly returning home for a woman. Do you really want to give up the throne that is within reach for a woman?"
The Cappadocia family was Mortimer's maternal grandfather's family, and they were the most prestigious nobles in Country X.
The Cappadocia family had produced more than thirty kings.
The current king of Country X was Mortimer's maternal grandfather.
Since King Cappadocia's children were all mediocre, and Mortimer's father had married into the Cappadocia royal family, Mortimer was considered a direct descendant of the Cappadocia family.
In Country X, Mortimer also held the title of a prince.
Therefore, he was eligible to inherit the throne.
King Cappadocia had been personally teaching Mortimer and taking him to various formal occasions.
King Cappadocia's intention to have Mortimer inherit the throne was evident.
However, in order to inherit the throne, it was necessary to form alliances with other nobles.
But Mortimer's heart had always been occupied by Nora.
This time, he had secretly returned home to find Nora without letting King Cappadocia know.
The Cappadocia family would definitely have objections to this.
If Mortimer doesn't let go of Nora, he may lose his chance to inherit the throne.
"Grandfather, I will not willingly give up anything. I just want to fight for what I truly want within my capabilities," Mortimer said softly.
Elder Radcliffe said, "But you must understand that you can't have your cake and eat it too. When you fight for one thing, it will inevitably affect the development of another."
"If you lose the throne because of your pursuit of Nora, you will definitely regret it in the future!"
Mortimer's gaze darkened slightly. "I cannot know what will happen in the future."
"All I know is that if I give up Nora for the throne now, I will regret it."
"You often taught me that when faced with an unbearable decision, I should follow my current feelings. I have always remembered your guidance."
Elder Radcliffe sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"Men in the Radcliffe family have always been cold and ruthless. How did we end up with a sentimental one like you?"
Mortimer pursed his lips but did not answer.
He himself was unsure whether he could be classified as sentimental.
Perhaps, he was just unwilling.
Back then, it was clearly him who fell in love with Nora first.
Every day, he shared with Isaac his affection for that girl, and even said that he would confess to her as soon as she came of age.
But he didn't wait for that day. He saw his good friend, holding the hand of the girl he liked, coming to him and happily introducing her as his girlfriend.
Since that day, his world turned gray.
Not a single day was truly joyful for him.
But every time he was in front of them, he pretended to be happy and generously blessed them.
"Sir!"
A voice from his subordinate interrupted Mortimer's thoughts.
Mortimer snapped back to reality and looked at the subordinate who came rushing over.
Alaric Stirling leaned over to his ear and whispered a few words.
Mortimer's face changed, and he quickly stood up from the stone bench.
"Grandfather."
"Go, I just want some quiet time for myself," Edmund waved his hand at him.
Mortimer immediately turned around and briskly walked away.
Not long after he left, a man of similar age to Elder Radcliffe came out.
"If the master wants the Mr. Mortimer to return to Country X, we can have someone kill Nora, or make her a fool, so that she becomes a plaything for him, who can then focus on the throne," the man suggested.
Elder Radcliffe said, "Unless it is absolutely necessary, do not act recklessly. Mortimer would hate me if he found out."
The elder said, "As long as the Mr. Mortimer's life is not in danger, we will not act recklessly. However, the Cappadocia family already knows that him has returned to the country and they have sent people over."
"If the Cappadocia family discovers anyone captivating Mr. Mortimer 's heart, they will not be kind."
Elder Radcliffe took a sip of tea, his eyes slightly cold. "As long as it is not us who take action and Mortimer doesn't direct his hatred towards us, let the Cappadocia family do as they please."
In Kalista's villa.
Nora was beaten until her skin was torn open and Kalista poured salt on her wounds.
The excruciating pain made her tremble all over, uttering cries of agony.
Kalista looked proudly at Nora.
"Aren't you good at enduring? How come you couldn't stand it so quickly?"
Nora curled up on the ground, clenching her stomach with force. Beads of cold sweat dripped down her face, her hair soaked with sweat.
"This is just the beginning, there are still many tortures waiting for you!"
"You've been taking my man for so long and always embarrassing me. This time, you even seriously injured my mother. I will make you pay with your own blood!"
"It hurts when salt is poured on a wound, right? Let me let you try chili pepper and see which one hurts more!"
Kalista coldly smirked.
She went to the table and took a pot of chili pepper water, her face showing malicious intent.
Nora was in so much pain that her consciousness was blurred. She couldn't hear what Kalista was saying at all.
She only felt that she was in so much pain that she was about to die.
Kalista raised the chili pepper water in her hand, ready to pour it on Nora's body.
Just then, a commotion and screams came from outside the door.
Kalista's face changed.
"What's happening outside? Why is it so noisy?" Kalista impatiently shouted.
But she didn't wait for an answer.
Instead, she heard a loud kick on the door.
With a bang, the villa's door was forcefully pushed open.
Immediately after, an elegant and handsome man, accompanied by a group of people, forcefully broke into the villa.
Kalista saw the intruder and her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Mortimer, how dare you trespass into my villa? Aren't you afraid that Isaac will find out and seek revenge?"
Mortimer walked quickly into the living room.
When he saw Nora curled up on the ground, covered in blood, his eyes instantly froze.
"Nora!"
He quickly walked to Nora's side and carefully picked her up.
"Mortimer, I'm in so much pain... so much pain..." Mortimer's heart tightened at Nora's words. Even someone as resilient as Nora couldn't bear it anymore, indicating that she had undergone some inhumane torture.
"Darling, hold on a little longer. I'll take you to the hospital right away. The pain will soon be gone," Mortimer said gently, carefully lifting Nora into his arms.
In a cold voice, he ordered, "Take Kalista away and bring all the torture tools on the table with you. Use them all on her!"
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