Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim by Dream Fish

Chapter 427
Austin watched the scene in silence, his expression unreadable. Though he remained indifferent, his fists clenched ever so
tightly.
Angela walked over, closing the transparent umbrella. "Austin, let's go."
Her fingers tightened around the handle, her knuckles pale, and her lips had lost all color. It was an undeniable sign of
exhaustion and weakness.
"Let's go." Austin reached out to take the umbrella, but she didn't hand it over. Instead, she silently brushed past him and headed
toward the airport.
A faint pain stirred in his chest as he watched her stubborn figure disappear into the distance. Only now did he truly realize that
she was no longer the same person she used to be.
After an eight-hour flight, they landed in Yedren. Another exhausting ten-plus hours by car brought them to a remote, almost
isolated town on Yedren's border.

Unlike Yedren's bustling cities, this place offered beautiful natural landscapes, with mountains on one side and the sea on the
other.
The town was lush and vibrant, with greenery flourishing everywhere. Along the expansive main roads and throughout the vast
estates and fields, thick canopies of trees created a cool mosaic of dappled shadows. It seemed like they had entered a secret
realm of nature's splendor.
It was Angela's first time in such a unique place, but she had to admit that it was an ideal retreat for rest and recovery.
They pulled up outside a grand manor. From a distance, the estate exuded an air of mystery and elegance, resembling the
stately residences of Estra's medieval nobility.
"Let's go," Austin said in a low voice, pulling her back from her thoughts.
Angela instinctively asked, "Austin, how's Ms. Lawson doing?"
"She has Alzheimer's disease." Austin's voice was calm, yet merciless.

Angela's mind went blank. She was overwhelmed by sorrow, and tears began to fall.
"How... how could this happen?" Her voice trembled, filled with disbelief. The unpredictability of fate felt unbearably cruel, making
it impossible to accept.

"What happened has happened. The best we can do now is be there for her in these final days. I brought you here because
seeing you might make her happy. Who knows? could help her feel better." He gave her shoulder a gentle pat.
As Angela followed Austin into the manor, she immediately sensed a heavy, subdued atmosphere, despite the lingering warmth
of the evening sun.
Stepping through the grand entrance of the manor, they were greeted by a row of uniformed maids. A
middle-aged man, who appeared to be the butler, bowed respectfully and began briefing Austin on Genevieve's condition. Austin
listened intently.
Angela fixed her gaze on the butler as well, absorbing every word. She soon learned that Genevieve's condition had been highly
unstable over the past few days.
Genevieve's mind was often in turmoil, and she spent half the day in confusion, always trying to escape. They had no choice but
to take strict measures, keeping her confined to her room under constant supervision.
Angela felt a sharp pain in her chest as guilt overwhelmed her. She recognized her ingratitude,
especially after realizing how much Genevieve had suffered without her knowledge. Worse still, she had arrived far too late.
"This must be Ms. Graham. Your room is ready upstairs. Once you've seen Ms. Lawson, we'll give you a tour," the butler
remarked politely with a smile.
Angela nodded and replied, "Thank you."
"My name is Elias Whitaker. You can just call me Elias," he introduced himself.
"Elias, prepare some food," Austin instructed.
Elias replied with a smile, "It's already prepared. Once Ms. Graham comes downstairs, she can have a meal suited to her taste."