A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 348: My Brother?

Chapter 348: My Brother?

"Let her go," Annette began to plead. "I know that she has done many wrongs, some of which are even unforgivable, Michael, but please let her go. Forgive her this once. She is our daughter, and you would never find any joy in hurting her like this. Please, I will take responsibility for what she has done, just let go of her."

She fell to her knees in front of him, her tears dripping from her eyes onto the floor.

Mr. Hamilton’s forehead wrinkled as a frown formed on his face, and he grabbed hold of Annette, throwing her out of the way. "If you love her this much, you should have warned her before she ran. You should have taught her the consequences of going against me!"

"You both are good for nothing, and you should be grateful that I’m still keeping you around."

"M-mama..." Avelina muttered under her breath, the taste of her own blood forming in her mouth. She had broken her head as well as suffered a few injuries to her bones. Her arms and legs were filled with bruises due to her being pulled down from the stairs and dragged across the wooden floor.

"Mama, p-p-please stop," she pleaded in a low voice, very aware that if Annette persisted any longer, her father was sure to hurt her.

Lucy, who could see everything happening, hurried into the living room and grabbed Annette, lifting her from the floor. "Mama, please stop this! Stop interfering in what does not concern you."

She began to pull her away, but Annette slept struggling, wanting to help Avelina, no matter what it may cost her.

"Keep her still, or else," Mr. Hamilton warned, and turned around, storming out of the house while pulling Avelina along with him.

He shoved Avelina into the car that had another two men inside of it and slammed the door shut. He moved over to the front passenger seat and sat down. The driver started the engine and drove off onto the road.

Amidst the ride, one of the men in the back seat with Avelina pulled out a white handkerchief, and per Mr. Hamilton’s order, he shoved the handkerchief over Avelina’s face.

Avelina struggled, wanting to free herself, but she didn’t get to do so because they eventually drugged her and knocked her unconscious.

——

Draven turned the phone off with a blank expression on his face. What had just happened? That was Avelina’s screaming voice—he was sure of it.

What was happening? What were they doing to her? Who was hurting her? He was beyond confused.

Why? He couldn’t wrap his head around the situation, and that made him feel even more distressed.

She’d asked him for help—to save her from her father. He wanted to ask more to understand the situation, but that didn’t seem possible.

What was he to do?

Draven glanced around the room and quickly dialed a number on his phone. The call went through, and it took a few agonizing seconds before the callee answered.

[Don]

"Olive, I need your help!" Draven said.

[My...help? May I know what the matter is?]

"Send me the address of Avelina’s family house in Rennes. Be quick with it." Draven’s tone was filled with anxiety, no longer as calm as it usually was.

[Yes, Don!]

Draven hurried over to the closet and grabbed his coat. He rushed out of the mansion and hurried outside through the gate. He could use the car, but that would take him over an hour to get to Rennes.

His only option was to fly straight to Rennes. That way, he wouldn’t encounter any issues and would possibly be able to get there in a matter of a few minutes.

A message dropped into his phone, and he quickly turned on the screen, glancing at the text message that had been sent by Olive. He went over it and shoved the phone into his pocket.

Then he unfurled his wings and spread them out. The passing pedestrians glanced at him, but they didn’t have the luxury to bask in its glory because Draven took off in the next moment, flying to reach Rennes in the next thirty minutes.

....

Olive, on the other hand, was perplexed, wondering what the problem was. Why would Draven ask for the location of Avelina’s home? Not only that, but he sounded like something was really wrong, and he needed to be there as soon as possible.

Come to think of it, Valentine had told him of what occurred between Draven and Avelina, but they just hadn’t had the time to speak to Draven about it. Could something else have happened? What in the world was even going on?

Olive dialed Valentine’s number and waited for him to pick up.

[Olive?] Valentine spoke as soon as he answered the call.

"Valentine, what is going on?" Olive inquired.

[What do you mean?]

"Don just called me and asked for the address of Lady Avelina’s family house. He sounded really paranoid like something was wrong. I’ve never heard Don sound like that before, so what is the issue?" Olive was frowning in worry.

[My brother? Why...would he? I don’t think something is...] Valentine suddenly went quiet.

This caused Olive to crumple his brows. "Valentine?"

But no response was coming from Valentine. Before he knew it, the call ended. This had Olive scrunching his face in pure annoyance. He tried to call him back a few more times, but Valentine didn’t pick up, not even once.

Unwilling to wait on him, Olive left his home and flew off, heading for Rennes as well. He could not tell what it was, but his instincts were screaming at him, letting him know that he needed to find Draven.

—

Valentine quickly slipped his arms into his shirt. He buttoned it up, slipped his feet into his black shoes, and left the room.

He rushed out of the mansion and exited the compound, unfurling his wings and flying up into midair. He dialed Olive’s number again, and while he waited for him to pick up, he flew off, heading for Rennes as well.