shuhaige
Chapter 961
Chapter 961
Chapter 961 Catherine Is Trapped
This statement held undeniable truth, and Simon had no counterargument. Facing another wave of
beast attacks, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
He wasn't afraid of death, and dying for the sake of his wife and daughter would be an honor, a way to
find glory even in death. But if he perished, who would protect the two of them, mother and daughter, in Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
his absence?
After a moment of contemplation, he clenched his teeth and stood up. “All right, I'll leave first. Be
extremely cautious. Remember, if anything happens to you, I swear I'll make the Rogers family pay
with their lives.”
A flicker of amusement danced in Catherine's eyes. The once icy demeanor she held toward him had
softened considerably. “I'll be fine. Don't forget, I'm the heir of the Rogers family. Unless I commit a
major offense, they won't be able to touch me.”
She added, “Take the eastern exit later, my people will meet you there. Don't take the same route; I'm
concerned you might get trapped.”
Simon nodded, refraining from asking why returning the same way would lead to a trap, as he had a
hunch.
In truth, he wished to stand by her side and face the impending crisis together. However, their
daughter's situation couldn't afford any further delay.
After delivering what he held to the right hands, he planned to return to her.
As he disappeared into the darkness, Catherine let out a gentle sigh. Her gaze shifted toward the path
they had traversed.
Through the forest's evening breeze, she faintly heard the hurried footsteps drawing nearer.
After pausing briefly, she turned and retraced her steps toward the secret chamber. Seeing Simon off
had lightened the burden that weighed on her heart.
No matter what lay ahead, she vowed to face it with unwavering courage.
A few minutes later, Broderick and Wilbur entered the secret chamber. At first glance, they spotted
Catherine sitting on a stone bench, diligently copying the journal.
“Catherine, as far as I know, the elders' union hasn't granted you permission to enter the Forbidden
Ground. You've violated clan rules. What should be your punishment?”
Catherine furrowed her brows slightly and posed a serious question, “How did you know I was in the
Forbidden Ground? I've been extremely cautious the entire way here, so logically, no one should have
discovered me.”
That's your assumption. But now that we've caught you red-handed, there's no escaping your fate,”
Wilbur sneered.
Catherine set aside her pen and gazed up at the father and son. She spoke in a composed tone, “I
understand your concerns and suspicions about me. Here's a proposition... If you allow me to take the
Fragrance Journal, I promise to return it once my daughter is healed, and I assure you I'll never set foot
in the Rogers residence again. What do you say?”
Wilbur shook his head, “Absolutely not. The Luther family is like a flaming torch, and I have no
intentions of playing with fire. You've trespassed into the Forbidden Ground, violating clan rules. You
should be confined for a month. We can discuss these matters after that time.”
Catherine responded with a gentle smile.
She admired her cousin's wisdom; he wasn't naïve at all.
In this world, true ownership came from one's own efforts and achievements. It was evident that he
understood this truth well.
Rather than simply enjoying the fruits of others' labor, he preferred to seize what he desired with his
own hands.
“In that case, I wish you swift success, Wilbur. May you wield great power,” Catherine said with a
knowing smile.
Wilbur, however, responded with a cold huff and instructed one of his bodyguards, “Escort Ms.
Catherine to the shrine for solitary reflection. She is not to be contacted by anyone without the consent
of the elders' union.”
“Yes, Mr. Wilbur.”
Meanwhile, Simon safely left the Rogers residence under the escort of Catherine's trusted aides.
As they parted ways, Simon couldn't help but ask, “What kind of punishment would someone face for
trespassing into the Forbidden Ground without permission?”
One of the young women accompanying him hesitated for a moment before answering, “The usual
punishment is a month of solitary reflection in the shrine. But don't celebrate prematurely, Mr. Simon.
The members of the first branch of the family are constantly plotting against Ms. Catherine's life. Even
while she's in the shrine, there's no guarantee of her safety. If the elders truly intend to harm her, it will
be extremely difficult to protect her. She could very well fall victim to a hidden conspiracy, with dire
consequences.”
Simon tightly clenched the paper in his hand and implored, “I beseech you all to help her in any way
you can. I will rescue her as quickly as possible.”
With those words, he took a step back and bowed deeply to the group.
This unexpected gesture left them all astonished.
Simon was the newly appointed head of the Luther family and was destined to become an international
tycoon like his older brother.
Yet, he was bowing to these unknown individuals for the sake of a woman. It was clear how deeply he
cared for Catherine.
“Very well,” one of them said, “Given your unwavering loyalty and affection, and considering the risks
Ms. Catherine took to protect you, we will ensure her safety as long as we draw breath. It's best if you
leave promptly. If too much time passes, the first branch may become suspicious, and your departure
might become impossible.”
Simon nodded in gratitude. “Thank you all. Please take care.”
Inside the countryside manor, within the laboratory, Cameron tossed a white bottle to Bailey and
explained, “This is the antidote the old man from the White family needs. Once taken, it will lead to a
full recovery.”
Bailey accepted the bottle with a chuckle and thanked Cameron. As she exited the laboratory, she
collided with Simon, who was walking toward her. “Why have you returned?”
Simon wore a solemn expression and looked somewhat downcast.
After finding a chair to sit down, he briefly recounted the events that had unfolded at the Rogers
residence.
Bailey, upon hearing his account, reassured him, “Your brother is already handling Mr. Broderick and
his son. We should expect results soon, so you don't need to worry. Catherine has managed to survive
in such challenging circumstances, which indicates she's no ordinary person and knows how to take
care of herself. Give me the method she transcribed for dispelling the parasitic poison. Cameron and I
will study it carefully to see if we can remove the parasite from Luna's body.”
Simon hastily retrieved a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her, pleading, “Bailey, I beg
you. Catherine said that if I can cure our daughter, she will spend the rest of her life with me.”
With a smile, Bailey passed him a porcelain bottle and said, “Go find your brother. Give this to him and
tell him it's the antidote Old Mr. White needs.”
“Okay.”
In the infirmary of the main house at the Rogers residence, Joseph and Stephanie anxiously stood by
their convulsing son's bedside.
Despite hearing the news that their daughter was locked in the shrine, they remained indifferent. Their
primary concern was their son, who was suffering on the bed.
“Divine Doctor, didn't you say his condition would improve after a few acupuncture treatments? Why
has it worsened like this now?” Joseph questioned with a hint of frustration.
The middle-aged man administering an injection to Harvey furrowed his brows, expressing his
displeasure, “If you doubt my abilities, Mr. Rogers, perhaps you should seek someone more capable.”
Joseph stuttered for a moment and quickly forced a smile. “I was just too nervous. Please don't take it
to heart, Divine Doctor.”
As he spoke, the young boy on the bed spat out a few more mouthfuls of fresh blood.
The divine physician's tone turned cold as he commanded, “You must draw blood for him immediately
and inject it, or he will die from excessive blood loss and oxygen deficiency.”
Joseph couldn't afford to refuse. He rushed out of the infirmary.
Outside, the butler approached him and quickly greeted him. “Mr. Joseph, Ms. Catherine has been
confined in the shrine.
Joseph's expression remained unchanged as he replied indifferently, “I'm aware. This is precisely the
outcome I intended. With her in the shrine, the first branch of the family will concentrate their efforts on
eliminating her. This will conveniently divert their attention away from Harvey.”
“B-But, Mr. Joseph, Ms. Catherine is trapped and defenseless. She could die.”