The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253

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Half an hour later, Eliza and the rest resumed their journey. The road ahead was smooth, and in just two days, the convoy arrived back at Plutonville, stopping once again at the same rest point they had used before.

After dinner with Nolan, Eliza returned to her room, planning to finally get some proper sleep.

She had just laid down when she suddenly bolted upright.

“Oh my God–I completely forgot about him!”

Without another word, she rushed into her pocket farm.

It had been days since she last thought about Dylan–the poor man she’d drugged and tossed into the pocket farm’s attic like some inconvenient luggage. She finally remembered.

As she stepped into the attic, she saw Dylan sitting idly inside the iron cage, so bored he was literally playing with his own fingers.

He had no way to get out, and no one to talk to. If not for the unknown potion she’d stuffed him with, which left him strangely full, he might’ve starved to death days ago.

At the sound of movement, Dylan immediately looked up from his corner.

When he saw Eliza approaching, his eyes lit up.

“Eliza? It’s you? You’re the one who locked me in here? Is this your secret base or something?”

Dylan had spent the first few days fantasizing about catching whoever locked him up and giving them a beating they wouldn’t forget. But now that the culprit turned out to be Eliza, all of that indignation vanished into thin air.

She narrowed her eyes and asked coldly, “Do you remember who drugged you?”

Dylan’s expression darkened instantly. “It was Anthony. I know exactly what he was trying to do.”

Just because he refused to go along with their plan to manipulate Eliza, they had drugged him by force. Even though he’d run away from home, they were still brothers–nearly twenty years of blood ties–and this was how they repaid him?

Disappointment simmered in Dylan’s chest like a slow–burning fire.

He glanced at Eliza nervously, afraid she might think less of him because of this. “Eliza, I swear, I’ll never stand with them again.”

She gave him a brief look, then turned away, her face unreadable.

Seeing her so calm and distant, Dylan panicked. “I mean it! I know I was stupid before–listening to all their lies–but I’ve figured things out now. I swear I have.”

Eliza asked coolly, “Do you remember anything that happened while you were drugged?”

“I do,” Dylan nodded. “It’s a bit fuzzy, but if I really think about it, I can recall most of it.”

Dylan’s face turned an ugly shade. “So they were really trying to turn me into an idiot?”

In no time, Eliza had finished mixing a bowl of medicinal broth and walked over to the cage. “This will help your brain recover. Drink it if you want. If you don’t-”

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Before she could even finish the sentence, Dylan reached through the bars and grabbed the bowl. “I’ll drink it, I’ll drink it!”

The last thing he wanted was to turn into a fool–Eliza already barely tolerated him. If he lost his mind completely, she’d probably never even look at him again.

Eliza raised an eyebrow, then turned back to mix a second bowl.

As she worked, she asked casually, “So… do you still want to go back?”

Dylan didn’t hesitate. He shook his head firmly. “I told you–I’ll go wherever you go.

Eliza glanced at him again, then said quietly, “Fine. Do what you want. But one thing, Lord Dylan—”