Chapter 863: Chapter 863

Chapter 863:

“It’s been some time since I last cooked. I might be a bit out of practice. Let me know how it tastes.”

Harlee ate little. Since Rhys’ incident, she had been eating sparingly. She feared overeating might upset her stomach, and she didn’t want to cause concern for Bettie and Baldrick by getting sick right here.

Bettie asked with concern, “Does the food not meet your liking today?”

Harlee shook her head.

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just been so long since I had your cooking. I want to take my time with it.”

Bettie’s smile grew.

“Then you should visit more often. I’ll cook for you each time.”

Tonya, playfully poking at the beef on her plate, teased, “Bettie, you’re playing favorites. What about me?”

Without missing a beat, Bettie popped a piece of beef into Tonya’s mouth.

“Here, this is how much I care about you.”

“Mmm…” Tonya munched on the beef, her cheeks puffing out cutely.

The atmosphere around the table was warm, offering Harlee a much-needed break.

Meanwhile, in a suburban home outside Baythorn, Hale’s backup plan was unfolding.

Kiaan Burke, the bailiff known for soothing Lindsay in court, sat on a couch, chain-smoking.

As Kiaan remained inactive, impatience brewed among the others.

“Kiaan, what’s our next move? What are we waiting for?”

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Kiaan’s expression darkened upon hearing this.

He crushed out his cigarette and looked around with a menacing glare. If he had known what to do, he wouldn’t have been sitting here smoking.

“You fools! Can’t you think for yourselves?” Kiaan cursed inwardly.

Since Hale’s capture, Kiaan had been out of sorts, pondering how to distance himself from the situation.

He hadn’t even considered executing Hale’s directives. That idea had never crossed his mind.

Anyway, as a bailiff, he held a stable position.

But once he began carrying out Hale’s orders, there would be no going back.

Pausing to think, Kiaan dismissed the room with a wave and murmured, “I’m out of ideas.

Do any of you have one?”

The tallest of the group leaned in.

“Before Hale was taken, he told us to follow through with his plans if needed. I say we go after the Green family as per Hale’s plots.”

Kiaan shook his head.

“And what happens after the attack? How do we escape back to Uwhor?” The tallest man faltered.

Kiaan quickly added, “Your suggestion just inspired me. Since Rhys had vanished, Harlee must value the Green family. What if we capture Rhys’ parents? Securing a boat or some escape means should be simple, right?” The others grimaced. To them, the risk was too high, and failure would be disastrous.

Dead people couldn’t cause trouble. The living, however, introduced unpredictable factors.

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