Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

A call from the Windsors at this hour was enough to shred any last bit of drowsiness. My nerves snapped taut.

“Hello.”

“Miss Windsor.”

It wasn’t Margaret’s voice, but the butler’s. His tone was utterly flat.

“The car is downstairs. Come down now.”

A chill shot straight down my spine.

So the Windsors knew I’d moved out.

I could guess it was connected to what happened at the hotel tonight.

Theodore was Margaret’s most treasured grandson.

But I hadn’t made a fuss about it. I’d let it go.

I clenched my fists. “I understand.”

I got up, splashed water on my face, changed my clothes, and went downstairs.

A black Rolls–Royce was waiting. The butler himself opened the door for me. “Please, Miss Windsor.”

“Thank you.”

I sat in silence the whole way, not even trying to pry any information from the butler.

In the entire Windsor family, I was the only outsider.

The butler only followed Margaret’s orders–why would he ever tell me anything?

Unless Margaret wanted him to. Then, he’d speak without me asking.

It hadn’t snowed these past few days, but the roads were still slick with ice. Once we hit the mountain road, the driver slowed to a crawl.

“Theodore was injured,” the butler in the passenger seat said suddenly as we neared the estate. “You know what happened, don’t you?”

My expression didn’t change. “I don’t. After I left the hotel, I went straight home.”

“Miss Windsor,” the butler adjusted his glasses, his tone warning. “You know the consequences of lying to the Madam.”

I pressed my lips together. “I really don’t know.”

As the words left my mouth, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the estate.

The butler walked ahead. I followed behind him, stepping once more toward Margaret’s courtyard in the dark of night.

I’d walked this path countless times.

Every time, it felt like it took every ounce of strength I had.

No matter how I walked it, I could never see any light at the end.

Chapter 116

“Madam, Miss Windsor is-”

The moment I entered the main hall, before the butler could even finish, a coffee cup flow straight at my head!

I saw it coming. I didn’t flinch.

The cup struck my temple. Bright red blood welled up instantly before it clattered to the floor, splashing my ankles.

At least it wasn’t scalding hot.

The atmosphere in the hall was thick and eerie. Occasional screams came from upstairs.

“What are you standing there for?!” Margaret’s sagging eyelids drooped low, her face a mask of fury, as if she’d been waiting for my arrival just to have a target. “Get over here!”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

I wiped the blood trickling toward my eye, stepped forward, and stopped about a meter away from her.

Margaret stood up, staring me down. “Closer.”

“Yes.”

I took two more steps forward. Before I could steady myself, Margaret’s hand shot out and slapped me hard across the face!

…….!

Even that didn’t seem to quell her rage. She leaned in, demanding, “Theodore was hurt this badly, and you dare say you don’t know anything?! Elara, do you have any conscience at all?!”

Spittle flew from her lips.

She got angry so easily.

At this rate, she wouldn’t live much longer.

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I kept my head lowered, my voice calm. “Grandmother, I truly don’t know what happened.”

Under her furious gaze, I had to pretend to care. “How… how badly is Theodore hurt?”

Margaret gritted her teeth. “Go upstairs and see for yourself!”

“Yes.”

I turned obediently and walked upstairs.

Just as I reached the door, another scream tore from inside the room.

Several medical staff surrounded Theodore, tending to his wounds.

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