Chapter 616 You'd Better Stay Alive
Upon hearing her words, a wave of mixed emotions swept over Grandpa Doyle. The divorce had always been a source of worry for him, a potential wedge between Evelyn and Dermot. As he observed his grandson's growing affection for Evelyn, his concern deepened. But now...Witnessing Evelyn's evident worry for Dermot, a sense of relief washed over him. However, with Dermot's fate hanging in the balance, the thought of sharing this news with Evelyn felt like a cruel blow.As Grandpa Doyle remained silent, Evelyn's anxiety heightened. "Grandpa, what has happened to Dermot?" she implored.Under the weight of her questioning, Grandpa Doyle finally divulged the specifics.It transpired that on the night Evelyn had attempted to reach Dermot, it wasn't that he had chosen not to answer, but rather, he was in no position to do so.Shortly after departing from the Doyle Mansion that evening, Dermot became aware of a relentless pursuer. Later, his car was discovered at the base of a cliff. The events that transpired in between remained shrouded in mystery.No calls had been made to the Doyle Mansion from Dermot that night. Clearly, under such circumstances, reaching out to his grandfather and potentially drawing him into danger was not an option.Later, Craig had contacted Grandpa Doyle, revealing that Dermot had reached out to him that night, and he had immediately rushed to the scene.Their delayed departure proved to be an unfortunate choice. By the time they arrived, Dermot's car was a twisted wreck at the foot of the cliff, having plunged over the edge. As the search continued, Craig made sure to inform Grandpa Doyle.Days turned into weeks with search teams scouring the rugged terrain below, yet there was no sign of Dermot. The harsh reality began to set in - the chances of finding him were dwindling with each passing hour, but no one was ready to abandon the search.Evelyn's face was etched with worry as she absorbed the news. Her concern for Dermot was palpable, but her heart also ached for Grandpa Doyle. The poor man was possibly oblivious to the fact that his grandson, Benjamin, was trapped in the cruel grip of a coma.The thought of his son lying motionless in a hospital bed while his grandson was missing—presumed dead—was a burden too heavy to bear. Concerned for Grandpa Doyle's well-being, she reassured him, "Grandpa, don't worry. Dermot can take care of himself." Her faith in Dermot's survival instinct was unwavering.Grandpa Doyle, a stoic figure, acknowledged her words with a nod. However, inside, he was acutely aware of the bitter truth. With each passing day devoid of any discovery, hope was slipping away like sand through their fingers, yet giving up the search was not an option.Sensing his inner turmoil, Evelyn offered, "The fact we haven't found him yet could actually be a good sign. Maybe Dermot is lying low somewhere, avoiding drawing any danger towards us."It was a move that was characteristic of Dermot—self-preserving and protective. "Let's hope so," Grandpa Doyle replied, his voice weathered and tinged with a hint of hope.Evelyn decided not to prolong the conversation. Leaving the hospital room with Todd, she insisted on being taken to the cliffside. She was resolute in her decision to join the search—Dermot had to be found, dead or alive.Standing on the edge of the precipice, the turbulent river below turned her complexion ashen. The thought of falling from such a height was too daunting to contemplate. Only someone with no other options would consider such a descent, she surmised.She was well aware that when Dermot was ambushed, his attackers were numerous and skilled—assassins with a vendetta.But who could they be?Her mind immediately raced to the Roberts family, the first suspects that came to mind. They had the means and the motive.Yet, something didn't add up.The Roberts family's grudge against Dermot stemmed from a dispute over Lucia—it seemed implausible that they would extend their reach all the way to Moris City. Were the Roberts so idle, placing such a high value on Lucia?If not them, then who?Certainly, no one in Moris City had the audacity or the capability. That left only the shadowy figures from Colombia as the potential culprits.In that part of the world, only a select few fit the bill of suspicion.Evelyn clenched her fists, staring down at the river below. "Dermot, you'd better stay alive. I'll hunt down those responsible!" she vowed.
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