Chapter 1159

Chapter XXX:

The words hit Blaine like a punch to the gut.noveldrama

Jack was a faithful subordinate, always silent but ever-loyal to Noah. They were all shocked to hear that he was seriously injured, and for what?

Blaine gritted his teeth as a surge of anger rose in his chest.

The bodyguard suddenly became alert as he remembered something. He swiped at his eyes before his tears could fall and pulled a broken phone out of his pocket. The screen was cracked beyond repair, but the phone itself wasn’t smashed.

“Mr. Castro, Jack gave this to me before he passed out. He said it must be handed to Ms. Hudson as soon as possible.”

“What?” Blaine asked, frowning as he took the device.

Did it hold something important?

He pressed the power button. The screen flickered feebly, barely lighting up.

Only half of the display was visible, while the rest was just black.

Blaine squinted his eyes and peered at the text, but the words were blurred. He could only make out a single phrase—”points to Alex.” Alex?

Blaine felt his heart drop. How was Alex involved in all of this?

He brought the phone closer to his face, but just as he was straining to see more of the text, the screen flickered, then died entirely.

“Damn it!” Blaine cursed and jabbed at the power button a few more times, to no avail.

Frustrated, he shoved it back into the bodyguard’s hand. “Find the best repair technician in the city. I don’t care about the costs. Just get this fixed as soon as possible!”

His instincts told him that there was vital information on that phone.

The bodyguard gave a short nod and left to carry out his instructions.

Alone now, Blaine paced up and down the hall, his brows knitted into a tight frown.

The events of that day were still vivid in his mind. Earlier, when they were searching the urban village, Jack had suddenly said he had something urgent he needed to check, and ran off on his own. What exactly had Noah instructed Jack to check?

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Blaine’s thoughts were spinning, tangled and chaotic.

For now, there was only one thing he was sure of—he needed to get to the bottom of it, once and for all.

Right then, the operating room doors creaked open.

Without hesitation, Blaine surged forward, reaching out and catching the doctor by the arm.

“Tell me—how’s Jack?” His voice came out sharp and breathless.

The doctor pulled down his mask, sweat still clinging to his brow. His expression said it all before he even spoke.

Shaking his head, he replied grimly, “The damage was extensive—brain bleeding, multiple organ ruptures. We tried, but there was nothing more we could do.”

The words hit Blaine like a sledgehammer. His knees nearly gave out, and his body rocked where he stood.

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