Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Amber’s face turned as pale as paper. The torment she endured at Southridge Psychiatric Facility was a nightmare she could never forget. Many nights, she woke up from those cruel memories, and even after being rescued, she still doubted whether the bomb planted by the man with the black-framed glasses was still inside her.

More importantly, the aftermath of that experience continued to haunt her. She couldn’t help but place a hand on her lower abdomen.

Tina raised her eyes slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over Amber’s pale face and then falling on the disheveled Silas Blackwood, whom Amber was supporting. Tina remained silent.

Silas Blackwood also scrutinized Tina. Despite her ghost mask, he could tell from her slender neck and delicate hands that she was young. Ten years ago, Spectre had emerged out of nowhere, astonishing many with her life-saving medical skills. Even Wraith, who debuted three years before her, was defeated by her.

Many sought her help but couldn’t even see her face. There were numerous legends about her on the dark web-some said she was an old man with wrinkled skin, others claimed she was a middle-aged man with a hideous face, and some believed she was a disabled woman. But no one expected her to be such a young girl.

“Spectre?” Silas Blackwood asked doubtfully.

Tina nodded slightly, her attitude cold.

Amber was stunned. At Southridge Psychiatric Facility, she hadn’t heard how the man with the black-framed glasses addressed this woman. She only knew that the woman in the ghost mask had extraordinary medical skills. She never imagined that this woman was the Spectre that the Reed family had been searching for.

Ever since Emrys was paralyzed by Jared Farrell’s basketball attack, Jasper Reed had been desperate to contact Spectre to heal him. If Amber could bring back the Spectre that the Reed family had been seeking in vain, they would surely hold her in higher regard.

Amber recalled how Annabelle had looked at Tina with respect at her banquet and felt a surge of anger. What if she could establish a relationship with Spectre and ask her to treat Emrys? What if she could even become Spectre’s apprentice? Then she could trample Tina underfoot.

After all, many powerful people wanted to meet Spectre but couldn’t. If Amber could leverage this connection, those influential figures would become her future allies. Tina would be nothing compared to that. With Spectre’s support, Amber wouldn’t even need to fear the four great families of Ashbury.

Thinking this, Amber felt a surge of joy and began to scheme. She glanced at Silas Blackwood. Though he had lost to Tina, he was still formidable. Otherwise, how could he have met such a person? Perhaps she could use him.

Silas Blackwood had no idea what Amber was thinking. He took a deep breath, enduring the pain in his limbs, and asked Tina, “Do you remember the favor you owe me?”

Spectre had once posted on the dark web that anyone who could give her Sevenfold Peril and Empyrean Bloom would earn a favor from her. At that time, Silas Blackwood happened to have a Sevenfold Peril. He never thought that favor would save his life now.

“I never go back on my word,” Tina replied coldly, disguising her voice.

When Jared Farrell was poisoned, she owed Rook from GTO a favor for obtaining Sevenfold Peril. She hadn’t forgotten. She had suspected that Rook was Silas Blackwood and wondered when he would claim his favor. She didn’t expect him to wait until now.

If he knew she was Tina and that his current predicament was her doing, would he still dare to ask for this favor?

“Help me,” Silas Blackwood demanded. “And we’ll be even.”

“Lie down,” Tina said, her eyes flashing meaningfully as she gestured to a simple wooden bed nearby.

“What are you waiting for? Help me over there!” Silas Blackwood impatiently ordered Amber.

He didn’t know what poison Jared Farrell had given him, but he believed Spectre’s medical skills could cure him and heal his broken limbs.

Amber didn’t respond but helped Silas Blackwood walk to the wooden bed and then helped him lie down before turning to Tina with her request. “You are Spectre? I have a brother who is seriously injured. I want you to treat him. Name your price.”

Tina didn’t spare her a glance and walked over to check Silas Blackwood’s broken limbs. Jared Farrell’s men had shown no mercy; the exposed wounds under Silas’s rolled-up sleeves and pants revealed broken bones.

Tina examined him briefly and then took his pulse.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Amber’s anger overpowered her fear when Tina ignored her.

After all, it was the man with the black-framed glasses who had truly tormented her at Southridge Psychiatric Facility. So after the initial shock, she wasn’t too afraid of the woman who had cut into her abdomen.

Moreover, she wasn’t the same helpless person she once was; she was now a wealthy member of the Ashbury Reed family. She naively believed that enough money could make even the legendary Spectre yield.

Seeing Tina continue taking Silas’s pulse without acknowledging her, Amber stepped forward to grab Tina’s hand.

Tina raised her eyes coldly, and Amber’s hand froze mid-air as her knees suddenly gave way, causing her to kneel heavily on the ground. The pain in her knees felt like they were shattering, but she couldn’t move and remained kneeling stiffly.

“What did you do to me?” Amber asked in shock and anger.

“You are noisy,” Tina replied icily.

The coldness in Tina’s voice made Amber’s heart tremble. She saw the woman’s eyes behind the ghost mask sweep over her with indifference as if looking at a dead person. Amber’s lips trembled, and she dared not speak again.

She realized how naive her earlier thoughts were. If Spectre could be swayed by money, why hadn’t the Reed family succeeded despite their wealth? This wasn’t someone she could treat lightly. If she angered Spectre, death might be a mercy compared to ending up like Silas Blackwood-wishing for death but unable to die.

“Keep quiet if you don’t want to die!” Silas Blackwood glared at Amber before asking Tina, “How bad are my injuries? How long will it take to heal? What poison did I get?”

He trusted Spectre’s medical skills completely and didn’t question whether he could be cured but rather when he would be healed.

Tina raised an eyebrow under her mask and released Silas’s wrist before quickly shoving a pill into his mouth while he spoke.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Jared Farrell hadn’t intended for Silas to die immediately but rather to suffer slowly underground. The poison wasn’t fatal and was easy to neutralize.

Silas choked on the pill due to Tina’s rough handling but managed to swallow it after coughing for a while. He wisely refrained from questioning what Tina had given him.