My Bratty Wife
Chapter 86 - Eighty Six

Chapter 86: Chapter Eighty Six

Ryan and Thorne exchanged a quick glance, their minds racing as they formulated a plan. Time was of the essence, and every second counted.

"We can’t risk taking the carriage," Ryan said, his voice low. "It’s too slow."

Thorne nodded, his face set in determination. "Horses it is," he replied.

They quickly mounted their horses, the animals eager to break free from their confinement. As they rode through the streets, Ryan couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being followed. He glanced over his shoulder, but there was no sign of anyone suspicious.

"I think we’re being followed," he said to Thorne, his voice barely a whisper.

Thorne nodded, his grip tightening on the reins. "We need to lose them," he replied.

Without warning, Ryan spurred his horse into a gallop, the animal responding with a burst of speed. Thorne followed close behind, the two of them disappearing into the night.

They rode for several minutes, weaving through the narrow streets, trying to throw off any potential pursuers. Finally, they stopped in a secluded alleyway, their horses panting from the exertion.

"Do you think we lost them?" Thorne asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Ryan scanned the surroundings, his eyes alert. "I don’t know," he replied, his voice low. "But we can’t take any chances."

They waited for a few minutes, listening intently to the sounds of the night. There was no sign of pursuit, but they remained vigilant.

"Let’s go," Ryan said, his voice firm. "We don’t have time to waste."

Thorne nodded, his horse responding to his commands. They rode side by side, their bodies leaning forward as they urged their horses to go faster.

The wind whipped through their hair, cooling their faces. The city was coming alive, the evening rush hour in full swing. People were rounding off their business, oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Ryan’s mind raced. He had to get to Viscountess Dinah’s residence as quickly as possible. The thought of her in danger filled him with dread. He had to protect her, no matter the cost.

They rode on, their determination fueling their speed. The city was slowly disappearing behind them, replaced by the open countryside. The air was fresh and clean.

As they approached Viscountess Dinah’s residence, their pace slowed. They had to be careful, to avoid attracting attention. They dismounted and walked towards the front door, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

The fate of Viscountess Dinah rested in their hands, and they were determined to do whatever it took to save her.

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As Doris gently cleaned and dressed Suzy’s wounds, the young woman’s mind raced. The events of the past few hours had left her shaken, and she knew that she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.

She turned to Doris, her voice barely a whisper. "Call Noah," she instructed.

Doris nodded, understanding the urgency in Suzy’s voice. She left the room to find Noah, who was stationed outside the door.

Noah entered the room, his face etched with concern. His eyes landed on Suzy’s wounded back, and he quickly averted his gaze, apologizing for his intrusion. " sorry for the intrusion, your Grace. I didn’t mean to look."

Suzy waved him off, her focus on something else. "I need you to do a background check on Mrs. Joyce, the head chef." she said, her voice firm. "I need to know everything about her."

Noah nodded, understanding the seriousness of the request. "Anything you wish, Duchess," he replied, his voice filled with loyalty.

Doris, who had been silently observing the exchange, spoke up. "Is there something wrong, Milady?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Suzy hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "Just a feeling," she replied vaguely. "I need to know what’s going on in this house."

Doris nodded, understanding the message. She knew that her mistress was in danger, and she was determined to protect her at all costs.

As Noah left the room, Suzy turned back to Doris. "I think there’s more to this than meets the eye," she said, her voice filled with a sense of foreboding. "There’s something bigger going on."

Suzy tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind was racing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something sinister going on in this house.

Doris nodded, her face etched with concern. "We’ll get to the bottom of this, Milady," she promised. "I won’t let anything happen to you."

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As Ryan and Thorne approached Viscountess Dinah’s residence, they slowed their pace, their senses on high alert. The house was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the windows on the first floor.

They dismounted from their horses, the cold night air hitting their faces. The stable boy took the reins, leading the horses to the stables.

Ryan and Thorne approached the front door, their footsteps muffled by the sand. They could hear the faint sound of music coming from inside the house, a discordant melody that seemed to echo their own unease.

The door creaked open, revealing the butler, his face etched with surprise. "Your... Your Grace," he stammered, his voice filled with shock.

"Where is Viscountess Dinah?" Ryan asked, his voice low and urgent.

The butler hesitated, his eyes darting between the two men. "She’s in her study, Your Grace," he replied, his voice trembling slightly. " She’s with company."

Ryan nodded, his face impassive. "Lead the way," he ordered.

The butler turned and led them through the house, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. The music grew louder as they approached the study, a haunting melody that seemed to fill the room with a sense of foreboding.

They reached the door and paused, listening to the sounds coming from inside. There was a woman’s voice, laughing and talking, and the clinking of glasses as the music fades.

Ryan exchanged a glance with Thorne, a silent communication passing between them.

With a deep breath, Ryan reached out and knocked on the door.

"Enter" The woman’s voice chimed from behind the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a scene that was both shocking and disturbing. Viscountess Dinah was seated at her desk, her appearance a far cry from the elegant and refined woman Ryan had imagined. She was dressed provocatively, and a male escort was seated beside her, his arm draped casually around her shoulders.

The woman, sensing their presence, turned to face them, her face plastered with a forced smile. "Your Grace," she greeted, her voice dripping with false charm.

Ryan ignored her greeting, his focus on the scene before him. He needed to get to the point. "We need to speak to you alone," he said, his voice low and commanding.

The male escort, sensing the tension in the room, stood up and moved towards the door. Viscountess Dinah nodded, her eyes filled with defiance as she pulled on her robe covering the sensitive parts of her body.

As soon as the door closed behind the escort, the Viscountess turned to face Ryan. "What brings you to my residence late at night, your Grace?" She asked, her voice low.

Ryan ignored her question, his focus on the matter at hand. "Do you know your life is in danger?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

The Viscountess was taken aback by his directness. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. " What do you mean my life is in danger?"

Ryan took a step closer, his eyes boring into hers. "There have been a series of murders among the nobility," he explained, his voice low and menacing. "And you’re the next target."

Dinah’s eyes widened in horror. "But why me?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

Ryan hesitated, unsure of how to break the news to her. "Someone wants you dead," he said finally. "And they’ll stop at nothing to achieve their goal."

Dinah’s knees buckled, and she sank into a nearby chair. "I don’t understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why me? I haven’t harm or done anything wrong to someone else."

Ryan refused to answer, his focus on the task at hand. "We need to get you to safety," he said, his voice filled with determination.

The Viscountess nodded, her body trembling. "But my son," she whispered, her voice filled with despair. "Who will take care of him?"

Ryan’s heart went out to her. He knew the pain of losing a loved one, and he couldn’t imagine the fear she must be feeling.

She continued, her hands trembling. "But who would want to kill me?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

Ryan hesitated, unsure of how to break the news to her. "We don’t know yet," he replied, his voice filled with sympathy. "But we need to get you to safety."

The Viscountess looked at him with a fear. "I don’t want to die," she said, her voice breaking. "My son will be alone. Who will take care of him? My husband died few years back, that means my boy will lose another parent."