The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 289

289.Chapter 289

Soon after, Dylan was brought before Nolan.

Nolan looked at the unconscious figure on the ground and gave Ross a cold glance. “I told you to bring him here, not knock him out first.”

Ross, looking innocent, quickly explained, “It wasn’t my intention, Nolan. I tried to bring him directly, but as soon as Lord Dylan saw us, he thought we were with those chasing him. He struggled nonstop, and I had no choice but to subdue him.”

Nolan sighed, his frustration momentarily fading. He had initially intended to ask a few questions, but seeing Dylan lying there, Nolan decided against it.

“Take him to rest, then send a message to Your Grace.”

“Yes, Nolan.”

It was a simple task. Ross quickly took care of it and returned, bringing with him a message from Eliza.

Nolan, this is a letter from Your Grace.

Once back at Prince Regent’s estate, Nolan immediately stopped his work when he heard Eliza’s name. He looked up, set aside his papers, and took the letter from Ross.

As he read each line, the realization hit Nolan hard.

Nolan thought, ‘So, Serenity knew everything from the start, and this was all part of her plan. In that case, Dylan can no longer stay here with me. But I can’t just send him back to the Duke’s estate either, or he’ll fall straight into the Duke of Mowbay’s hands and be of no trouble at all.‘

Nolan thought for a moment, then looked up and ordered Ross, “Go back to the Duke’s estate and deliver Dylan into Benedict’s hands. And make sure the estate’s shadow guards don’t spot you.”

Ross, exhausted after running all night, could hardly hide his displeasure.

Nolan flashed a faint, dismissive smile. “Fine, fine. Once you’ve handled this, take tomorrow off. No need to come in.”

“Thank you, Nolan! You’re too kind!”

Ross immediately brightened and hurriedly carried Dylan off, moving with such speed as if he feared Nolan would change

his mind.

Half an hour later, before dawn, in Benedict’s courtyard at the Duke’s estate, the sound of knocking echoed through the quiet night.

“Knock, knock.”

Benedict, who had been sleeping soundly, was abruptly woken by the sound of knocking on the door.

Benedict, though not as skilled in combat as Dylan and Matthew, had sharper instincts than most. o, the moment the knock echoed through the quiet night, he was instantly awake.

“Who’s there?” Benedict called out, his voice low.

Benedict opened his eyes, his gaze locked on the door. As he slowly sat up, he dressed quickly and asked again, “Who’s out there?”

Another round of knocking answered him.

Benedict furrowed his brows.

The servants in the courtyard had mainly been sent away, and even his personal attendant, Manson, had gone to rest. With no one else around to check the situation, Benedict had no choice but to approach the door himself.

He didn’t immediately open it. Instead, he cautiously stood inside, sword in hand, listening intently to the sounds outside before slowly easing the door open.