Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 352

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 352: Daddy Marcus**

“He’s seriously injured, restrained, and under the effects of charm poison. Where on earth could he possibly be?” Celia’s voice was laced with frustration as she leaned against the wall, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

In her mind, a bitter thought simmered: Incompetent. They’re all utterly incompetent—unable to locate even one person.

Nearby, Dahlia sat, her brow furrowed, mirroring Celia’s displeasure.

Since Malrik had mysteriously disappeared, Dahlia had made the choice to stay with the Enchanter Clan, rather than retreat to the familiarity of home.

A wave of distaste washed over her as she listened to Celia vent her frustrations.

Catching the notification flashing on her lightcore, she turned to Celia, her tone shifting to one of urgency. “Ms. Yates, I’ve just received a message from the Suncrest Lineage. They’re reporting that Emma has returned from Aquadome. Do you think Malrik might have gone to look for her?”

Celia’s eyes widened in surprise. “Emma is back already?”

Dahlia nodded, her expression serious. “The rumor is that she’s been back for several days now.”

Celia couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation. Useless. All of them. Emma’s been back for days, and the Suncrest Lineage is only just now catching up with the news.

Noticing Celia’s frown deepening, Dahlia pressed on, “Malrik was once bonded with Emma. Even though they’ve dissolved their connection, he still harbors feelings for her. In a situation like this, it wouldn’t be out of character for him to seek her out.”

Celia’s expression darkened. “If that’s the case, we’re in serious trouble.” She understood all too well that provoking Emma was a grave mistake. Emma had Lucien by her side, who had achieved the formidable Rank 11, alongside Marcus and Drake.

Three Rank 11s. The Enchanter Clan could not afford to make enemies of them.

Dahlia noticed the uncertainty flickering in Celia’s eyes, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Ms. Yates, this isn’t as dire as it seems. Emma managed to dissolve her bond with Malrik in the first place, which suggests she has no lingering feelings for him. You could approach her directly and inquire about Malrik. Just tell her he’s already your match. I’m confident that once she learns about your bond with him, she won’t have any desire to take him back.”

Inside the manor, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Edric entered the room, cradling a cup of warm beast milk, his brow furrowed in concern as he took in Emma’s weary demeanor. “Emma, you should lie down for a bit,” he urged gently, extending the cup towards her. “You’ve been keeping watch over him all night. If you continue like this, you’ll wear yourself out. Go rest. We’ll take care of him—you don’t need to worry.”

Emma met his gaze, sensing the genuine concern etched in his features. She then glanced over at Marcus, Kieran, and Drake, all of whom wore expressions of anxiety. The weight of their worry settled heavily on her heart. She realized that remaining here would only add to their distress.

With a resigned nod, she accepted the milk, taking a few sips to soothe her parched throat. “Alright. I’ll rest for a while. Drake, Kieran—you two should take a break as well. Come switch with Marcus and Edric later.”

They couldn’t all remain here indefinitely, and she knew it.

“Yes, my lady,” Kieran replied, his voice respectful.

Drake, rising to his feet, nodded earnestly. “Emmy, I’ll listen to you.”

A smile broke across her face, and with that, she stood and exited the room, feeling a flicker of relief as she did so. She understood that if she didn’t leave, Drake and Kieran would remain glued to her side.

Once outside Malrik’s room, she made her way directly to her own.

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