How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 221

At noon, the conversation around the dining table turned to hunting when Patrick made the suggestion to the group.

The Lopez family, as always, preferred the thrill of walking the tightrope.

But Susannah’s husband had a different passion—he was obsessed with falconry. The Lopez estate even kept a host of raptors for his favorite sport.

Blanche wanted nothing to do with the forest, nor did she have any stomach for bloodsport, so she opted out.

Ablett, on the other hand, had no such escape.

“Your grandfather taught you to shoot, Ablett. In just a few days, you’ll be leaving, and you’ll miss his memorial. Before you go, you should show us your skill—bring back a trophy for your grandfather,” Patrick said, his words striking a chord with Wilhelmina Lopez, who grew visibly emotional.

Seeing his mother’s distress, Ablett said nothing more and followed the hunting party into the woods.

Blanche stayed behind at the house. From her window, she could hear the distant whinnies of horses and the shouts of excitement echoing from the forest, startled birds flapping skyward in alarm.

Time slipped by, indistinct and slow, when suddenly a piercing scream ripped through the woods.

Blanche stepped outside just in time to see a group of maids dashing down the corridor in a panic.

“Something terrible’s happened! The young master’s been shot!”

In an instant, all color drained from Blanche’s face. Her legs felt foreign, numb beneath her, yet she found herself swept along with the maids, running headlong toward the woods.

The scene was chaos—people shouting, Wilhelmina sobbing uncontrollably.

“Get the helicopter over here! Hurry, get him to the hospital!” someone yelled.

Blanche was carried by the tide of bodies to the site of the accident. Blood stained the ground in shocking pools, and the person lying motionless on the earth was surrounded by a frantic crowd. What little she could see of their white shirt was splattered with red.

Her mind went blank, unable to process the scene, but her feet carried her forward anyway. She pushed through the ring of people, tears prickling in her eyes, her voice a thin whisper. “Ab—”

She finally saw who was hurt, her lashes trembling as tears spilled down her cheeks. Her heart, which had stopped for a moment, began to beat again—though confusion still flooded her face. “Miss Harvey?”

She instinctively looked for Ablett, and there he was, covered in blood, walking toward her.

The secretaries fussed over him, dabbing at the blood on his clothes with handkerchiefs.

“Leda took the arrow for me,” Ablett said quietly, explaining what had happened. “Did it scare you?”

Blanche, still dazed, shook her head, her face as pale as chalk.

“Ablett…” Leda called out weakly.

Ablett tore his gaze away from Blanche and knelt beside Leda to check her wound. “It didn’t hit anything vital. The helicopter will be here soon to take you to the hospital.”

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