Harlan sighed and said, âThe time for the repair was leaked by Danielle.
â
I stared into his eyes, mine devoid of emotions, as I said, âIsaac said the same thing.
However, only you knew the precise date for the repair.
If you hadnât betrayed me and told Danielle, how could she have known? And why would she divulge it so willingly?â
âOn my way here, I investigated it.
The servant said Danielle overheard it through the studyâs door.
The day we discussed the repair, she happened to have come to find me at the study, so she overheard everything we said.
This morning, when I was about to rush over, she drugged my breakfast and had me restrained.
By the time I woke up and managed to free myself, it was too late.
â
Harlan lowered his head in shame and continued, âItâs all my fault.
I was careless, never imagining that she would have such malicious intent and try to bring down the Thorn Edge Pack and kill Zoe.
â
I didnât care about his predicament.
Coldly, I asked, âAnd then?â
âAfter I had broken free of my restraint, I immediately rushed to Thorn Edge Pack.
When I arrived, there was a force pretending to be from the Xeric Pack attacking the Thorn Edge Pack.
Carlos and Zoe were desperately trying to repel the attack.
Realizing something must have gone wrong here too, I left half my troops to assist them and brought the other half here.
â
Sorrowfully, he finished, âI never thought it would be too late.
You were attacked, and Debra is nowhere to be seen.
Iâm so sorry.
â
From my knowledge of Harlan and my experience in judging people, I believed he was telling the truth.
Once it was clear that my friend had not betrayed me, the tightness in my chest loosened up, and the facade of coldness and anger vanished.
However, with its disappearance came despair and pain.
I burst into tears in the presence of my friend.
âWhile you were absent, Debra was drawn into the rift to stop it from absorbing more people.
Now sheâs missing, and no one knows if sheâs dead or alive.
â
âWhat ?â
Harlan cried, a look of panic on his face.
Still sobbing, I continued, âDebra is pregnant.
Her witch energy was exhausted before she was drawn in.
I canât imagine the pain she is in right now.
â
My heart throbbed painfully.
âShe might be dead.
â
Calebâs POV:
âNo, it canât be true!â Harlanâs eyes widened in disbelief as he spoke with a tremor in his voice.
âDebra is incredibly powerful, the supreme witch.
How could she be drawn into that rift? Youâre surely mistaken!â
A bitter smile played on my lips as I struggled to find words.
âI wish I were lying, but I saw it happen with my own eyes.
â
Harlan stiffened, his words tumbling.
âPerhaps Debra merely stumbled near the rift and lost consciousness temporarily.
Amidst the chaos of battle, you might have missed it.
Iâll dispatch people to search for her!â
I wanted to interject, to convince him otherwise, but a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, my body convulsing as if struck by electricity.
In the blink of an eye, my vision blurred, and my consciousness slipped away.
Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself gazing up at the white expanse of the hospital ceiling, the scent of medicine permeating the air.
Glancing to the side, I noticed an IV bag dripping glucose, its needle piercing my right hand.