Chapter 1519 Eyes on Her
Richard trailed several feet behind her, informing Lawrence that the woman imprisoned on the island was indeed Octavia. Lawrence's surprise was evident, and upon learning that the two intended to visit Octavia, he offered a hoarse warning.
"Keep a close eye on her," he said, referring to Selena.
"Don't worry, Lawrence." Richard waved dismissively before hurrying to catch up with Selena.
The man beside Lawrence crossed his arms, his brow furrowing with concern. "Is she really your sister?"
The strange tension between them hardly resembled a family dynamic.
Lawrence exhaled softly, reflecting on his past actions—he considered himself fortunate that she wasn't pointing fingers and hurling accusations at him.
"Is the Perez family truly uninterested in what's on that island?"
The man beside him was Walter, who had also discovered what lay on the island through his collaboration with the Smith family.
His eyes narrowed, darkening with intensity. "I don't harbor such grand ambitions."
"But you have people you want to protect, don't you? You've seen those laboratories on the island—no one knows what they were researching, or when someone you care about might fall victim to it. The Perez family holds influence in both Stellaria and Vistalia, and those who want to bring you down will naturally target the people you cherish. My father, powerful as he was, now lies bedridden. Who knows who'll be the next to fall?"
Mystic Prison had sparked such widespread alarm precisely because of the remaining pills found there—substances banned internationally.
Someone had been conducting research on these compounds, but had any of the forbidden drugs made it into circulation?
Everyone lived in fear, which explained why so many now sought the truth about the island.
Walter was clearly swayed by this argument. He leaned back against the wall, his posture relaxed yet contemplative. "The Perez family remains willing to provide firepower support, but I won't be joining you in the field."
That was more than sufficient.
Lawrence extended his hand with a smile. "The woman under your protection must be very fortunate."
To outsiders, Walter appeared ruthless and heartless—a man who had climbed to power over the bones of others. But through their recent interactions, Lawrence had glimpsed another side of him. It was obvious that someone—a woman—frequently texted him. Without that chance encounter, who would have known that Walter was capable of such radiant smiles?
Walter's expression flickered with discomfort at the comment.
Selena and Richard took a helicopter to the underground facility on the island. International personnel now swarmed the island, conducting thorough searches, while the underground area was surrounded by layers upon layers of investigators.
Selena surveyed the devastation around her. Though she had known the place was destroyed, the rubble and debris were more horrifying than she had imagined. The air reeked of charred remains, and severed limbs still hung from nearby trees.
Despite multiple cleanup efforts, the scattered corpses from the explosion remained incompletely cleared.
Remembering Richard's words about the few survivors, she realized that "few" was indeed a tragically small number. War was mercilessly brutal.
The thought of those once-passionate faces now reduced to silent corpses weighed heavily on her heart.
Richard stood beside her, taking a deep breath and nearly retching. "The stench of death permeates everything here. The day after you left, several waves of international teams arrived to handle the bodies. They were stacked as high as a building—I can't fathom who detonated those bombs, but they were utterly ruthless."
The island's natives had been nothing more than livestock raised by powerful families, never having seen the outside world, always believing they could defy fate when their entire existence was a cruel joke. In the end, they were blown beyond recognition—every corpse on this island represented a life of profound tragedy.
Richard pulled out a disinfectant wipe and grasped her hand, cleaning her fingers. "If you're feeling unwell, we can leave right now."
"Richard, I need to speak with... my mother."
Richard knew her stubborn nature and couldn't dissuade her.
When they reached the underground facility, they found the woman sitting quietly on her bed. Her world had always been one of silence, devoid of sound, except when that man chose to speak.
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