All Chapters of The Agent's Blood: The Bodyguard's Legacy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Elena swallowed thickly, the grief she had been holding back finally spilling over. She wept softly in front of Noah."It's okay. You can see your papa another time. You're probably still tired, sweetie," Elena said, trying to keep her own overwhelming sadness at bay."O-okay. Mama is going to see your papa now. I'll come back and stay with you later."Elena kissed Noah’s head tenderly. Her tears flowed freely, one dropping onto his hand where it rested in his lap. The boy remained silent, not moving until his mother had left the room. Then, he slowly clenched his fist, feeling the dampness of her tear on his palm.Bram and Emily excused themselves, saying their goodbyes to Noah. Soon, only Dom was left, standing near the door and watching the boy."Are you all right, son?" he asked, walking over and sitting near Noah's feet.Noah blinked, then lifted his gaze to meet Dom's sad eyes."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it," he confessed quietly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.Dom

Evander's condition had taken a tense turn. Several doctors worked to save him, and for a long time, the room remained closed and silent. This left Elena waiting outside, her body rigid with tension and an unbearable sense of dread.The stressful moments eventually passed. The sound of the door opening made everyone waiting outside jump to their feet, welcoming the doctor who emerged from the room."How is he, Doctor? How is my husband? Is he okay? Is he going to live?" Elena immediately fired off a series of questions. Alice stood beside her, rubbing her shoulder to keep her calm.The doctor took a long breath. It seemed he too had just come through a tense ordeal with his patient. But then, his expression brightened."Mr. Evan has made it through the critical period. He is all right," he answered.Elena's shoulders instantly slumped, and she began to cry with overwhelming gratitude."Thank you, God," she whispered."So how is he now?" Bram asked, equally concerned for his colleague'

Noah sat on his bed, watching as Dom packed his things into a bag. He had been cleared to go home today."Are you ready to go?" Dom asked without looking back. Only after he zipped the bag shut did he turn to face Noah.The boy didn't answer right away. He just stared back, his eyes clouded with doubt."What is it, son?" Dom asked, sensing that Noah wanted to say something. He moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed.Noah looked down at the puzzle cube in his hands."Can I just go home with you guys?" he asked.Dom was taken aback. The request was a happy one, especially if Alice heard it, but the current situation was far too delicate. He couldn't make that decision on his own right now.He sighed, gently placing a hand on Noah's head."You know we don't have the right to decide that anymore, unless you ask your parents for permission first," Dom explained softly.Noah took a breath. He knew that. He was just reluctant to speak to Elena and didn't want to make his mother sad.Dom

Alistair made his way to his room, but there was something wrong with his stride. He seemed to drag his feet, his steps unsteady. The old man opened his mouth to breathe, feeling as if the oxygen around him was thinning, leaving him gasping for air.“Oh, God,” he murmured, his free hand rising to clutch his chest.He paused, hoping to regain a bit of strength. But then his face contorted as he held his breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The hand holding his cane let go, intending to reach for the wall as a wave of weakness washed over him. But before his fingers could touch the nearby surface, Alistair collapsed to the floor. His hand accidentally knocked over a vase, sending it toppling to the ground where it shattered with a loud crash that echoed down the corridor.Emily, just returning from an errand Alistair had sent her on, was startled by the sound of breaking pottery coming from the hallway to her master’s room. She rushed to investigate, only to find him lying un

Fueled by a burning determination, Evander pushed himself to recover as quickly as possible. He practiced walking with a cane, supporting a body that still felt weak.Elena watched his progress with a mix of joy and sorrow. At the same time, she was consumed by worry for Alistair, whose condition grew more alarming with each passing day. It created a sense of urgency, a feeling that they were running out of time to see Noah.“You should rest, my love,” Elena said, seeing Evander panting, beads of sweat on his face. He had been walking around the garden since morning, and now the sun was high, shining down on them with a gentle heat.Evander nodded and walked over to Elena, who was sitting on a garden bench.“We have to go there soon,” Evander said after taking a sip of his drink.Elena smiled and nodded. “Yes. I can’t wait to hold him again,” she replied.Evander gave a weary smile. “Yes, we can do this,” he said with conviction.Elena's expression turned somber. “I’m also worried abo