Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

“Wren?” Zoya stared at him, surprised, as he burst into the room, looking pale. “What are you doing here?”

“Gilbert told me you brought bodyguards with you. I got worried and came to check on you,” Wren said, tension audible in his voice. He gave Daphne a look that could kill.

“Yeah, I really didn’t expect Daphne would have a video of what happened to my brother after the accident,” Zoya said.

She thought, ‘From what I saw in the footage-and since it was shot in Dracovia-it must’ve been right after that border fire. Somehow, my brother ended up over there.

‘In the video, it looked like he was begging someone inside the car for help!

“Video?” Wren was stunned.

“Yeah, a video,” Zoya replied, handing him her phone. The screen clearly showed the video Daphne had sent

over.

Wren’s face went ghostly pale.

His hand shook as he held the phone, like that device suddenly weighed a thousand pounds.

‘Daphne actually got her hands on a video from five years ago. Does that mean Zoya…’ Wren thought.

“Daphne, I’m asking you again. Who exactly was in that car? Since you were traveling with them, you have to know who shared that ride with you!” Zoya pressed, her voice sharp and unyielding.

In the footage, Oscar kept shouting at someone in the back seat, waving desperately for help, but then a couple of men got out of the lead car, dragged him out, and dumped him by the roadside.

Just remembering that moment in the video made Zoya’s heart ache sharply.

Her brother was strong, proud, incredibly skilled, and so determined. She knew that he would never have been so easily subdued by only two people and tossed out like discarded cargo unless he was utterly weakened.

The moment Wren stepped into the hotel room, Daphne knew she was done for.

The way he looked at her made her feel like she was as good as dead.

Even if she kept her mouth shut from now on, just handing that video to Zoya was basically signing her death warrant in Wren’s eyes.

“Alright, Zoya, you want to know who was sitting in the back? As long as you guarantee I’ll walk out of here alive, I’ll tell you!” Daphne said, desperation written all over her face.

Just as Zoya was about to reply, Wren jumped in, “Zoya, let me investigate this for you. You don’t need anything from her. I’ll get to the bottom of it. I promise you that I’m going to find your brother.”

His voice was almost frantic, and the restless agitation on his handsome face was something she’d never seen from him before.

“Wren, what are you-” Zoya began, worry and confusion in her voice.

“Silence Daphne and get her out of my sight!” Wren snapped, his words icy and absolute.

“On it!” The bodyguards with Zoya wasted no time. One clapped a hand hard over Daphne’s mouth and started hauling her toward the door.

Daphne thrashed with everything she had. She knew if they dragged her out now, she was dead meat.

‘No. There’s no way I’m letting them take mel’ Daphne thought.

But no matter how hard she fought, it was no use.

Right as they were about to haul her out the door, Zoya interrupted sharply, “Wait!”

The two bodyguards immediately halted.

“Let Daphne go,” Zoya ordered.

“Zoya.” Wren suddenly wrapped her up in a desperate hug. “Forget about her, please. Whatever answers you’re searching for, I’ll hunt them down myself.”

He clung to her with such intensity, it was as if he wanted to meld her right into him.

His arms around her were trembling uncontrollably.

His entire body was shaking, and even his voice quivered when he spoke.

“Wren, what’s wrong?” Zoya asked, tilting her head up at him, confusion written all over her face.

She had no idea what had him so shaken. He looked genuinely scared, like something was haunting him right

now.

“I’m fine,” he said, barely keeping his voice steady, fighting hard to keep up that calm mask he always wore.

But the fear swirling inside him kept eating away, refusing to let him go.

“Because the one in the back seat was him!” Daphne yelled all of a sudden, catching the bodyguard off guard and sinking her teeth right into his finger.

The guard cried out and jerked his hand away, and Daphne screamed at the top of her lungs.

If Wren was going to betray Daphne like this after everything they’d shared, then Daphne would make sure that he would go down with her.

“What?” Zoya’s pupils contracted sharply, disbelief flashing in her eyes as she practically choked on air. She stared at Daphne, unable to wrap her head around what she’d just blurted out.

The bodyguard, panicking, clamped his hand over Daphne’s mouth again and yanked her toward the door.

“Stop!” Zoya barked.

The bodyguard froze in his tracks.

At the same time, Zoya turned to Wren and said, “Let go of me.”

But his arms stayed locked around her, refusing to budge.

“Zozo, don’t…” Wren pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoya didn’t hesitate. She grabbed his wrists and wrenched his arms off her with sheer force.

Wren stumbled back a couple of steps, reaching out like he wanted to stop her, but the moment he met her eyes, he just froze.

Just then, Zoya’s voice echoed through the room. “Wren, I don’t care what you say. I want to hear Daphne out for myself. I’ll decide what to believe.”

Wren froze, his whole body stiff as a board, feeling like his blood had turned to ice. All he could do was watch as Zoya stepped closer to Daphne.

Wren screamed inwardly, ‘No, don’t go any further.

‘Please, Zoya, just stop. I’m begging you!’

He shouted in his head, but something seemed to clamp his throat shut. No matter how hard he tried, not a single word came out.

Zoya walked straight up to Daphne, her presence dominating the room. She locked eyes with the bodyguard covering Daphne’s mouth. “Let go of her,” she commanded.

The bodyguard paused, throwing a nervous glance at Wren, but Wren was just standing there stiff as a statue, face blank, offering nothing.

Zoya didn’t bother waiting. She reached out, gripped the guard’s wrist, and forced his hand away. Then she bore down on Daphne with her stare. “Who was in the back seat?”

Daphne sneered, “You want me to say it again? Fine, I’ll say it a hundred times if I have to. Zoya, the one sitting in the back seat was Wren.

“You were so quick to blame Jasmine for turning her back and letting someone die. Well, guess what? Turns out Wren did the exact same thing. How does it feel now?”

Daphne let out a vicious laugh, holding nothing back anymore.

If she wasn’t getting out of this, then she would make sure that none of them would get away clean either.

Zoya fixed Daphne with an icy stare. “You claim it was Wren. Do you have any proof?”

Daphne said with a warped sense of satisfaction, “Proof? Five years ago, I went to Dracovia with Wren. My stuff was stolen, so I even filed a report there.

“Wren’s name was in the report. You tracked me all the way here, so obviously you can uncover the car we used and the license plate as well!”

Zoya pressed her lips together tightly, holding back her emotions, then turned to glance at Wren, who was only a few steps behind her.

He was always composed and unflappable. However, at that moment, he just stood there, his face deathly pale, stunned into total silence as he stared at her.