The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

289 Chapter 289 289.Chapter 289 Soon after, Dylan was brought before Nolan.

Nolan looked at the unconscious figure on the ground and gave Ross a cold glance. "I told you to bring him here, not knock him out first." Ross, looking innocent, quickly explained, "It wasn't my intention, Nolan. I tried to bring him directly, but as soon as Lord Dylan saw us, he thought we were with those chasing him. He struggled nonstop, and I had no choice but to subdue him." Nolan sighed, his frustration momentarily fading. He had initially intended to ask a few questions, but seeing Dylan lying there, Nolan decided against it.

"Take him to rest, then send a message to Your Grace." "Yes, Nolan." It was a simple task. Ross quickly took care of it and returned, bringing with him a message from Eliza. Nolan, this is a letter from Your Grace.

Once back at Prince Regent's estate, Nolan immediately stopped his work when he heard Eliza's name. He looked up, set aside his papers, and took the letter from Ross.

As he read each line, the realization hit Nolan hard.

Nolan thought, 'So, Serenity knew everything from the start, and this was all part of her plan. In that case, Dylan can no longer stay here with me. But I can't just send him back to the Duke's estate either, or he'll fall straight into the Duke of Mowbay's hands and be of no trouble at all.' Nolan thought for a moment, then looked up and ordered Ross, "Go back to the Duke's estate and deliver Dylan into Benedict's hands. And make sure the estate's shadow guards don't spot you." Ross, exhausted after running all night, could hardly hide his displeasure.

Nolan flashed a faint, dismissive smile. "Fine, fine. Once you've handled this, take tomorrow off. No need to cin." "Thank you, Nolan! You're too kind!" Ross immediately brightened and hurriedly carried Dylan off, moving with such speed as if he feared Nolan would change his mind.

Half an hour later, before dawn, in Benedict's courtyard at the Duke's estate, the sound of knocking echoed through the quiet night.

"Knock, knock." Benedict, who had been sleeping soundly, was abruptly woken by the sound of knocking on the door.

Benedict, though not as skilled in combat as Dylan and Matthew, had sharper instincts than most. o, the moment the knock echoed through the quiet night, he was instantly awake.

"Who's there?" Benedict called out, his voice low.

Benedict opened his eyes, his gaze locked on the door. As he slowly sat up, he dressed quickly and asked again, "Who's out there?" Another round of knocking answered him.

Benedict furrowed his brows.

The servants in the courtyard had mainly been sent away, and even his personal attendant, Manson, had gone to rest. With no one else around to check the situation, Benedict had no choice but to approach the door himself.

He didn't immediately open it. Instead, he cautiously stood inside, sword in hand, listening intently to the sounds outside before slowly easing the door open.

As the door creaked, the first thing Benedict noticed in the pitch-black night wasn't the thief he expected. Just as he was about to retreat, his eyes landed on something on the ground.

"What the-?" Benedict's eyes widened in shock.

Benedict thought, 'Why is there someone lying on the ground? Could this be the person who knocked just now?' When Benedict flipped the person over and moved closer, his eyes widened in shock as he finally recognized the face.

"Dylan? What happened? What's going on?" Benedict immediately pulled him into the room.

But even after settling Dylan onto the bed and repeatedly calling his name, Dylan didn't stir. Concern gnawed at Benedict.

Benedict thought, 'What happened here?' He knew Dylan had returned, but he'd also heard that Dylan had left early this morning. Earlier, Benedict hadn't seen Dylan.

310 289 Chapter 289 He had assumed Dylan had returned to his modest cottage at the foot of Mount Westin, but to his surprise, Dylan was still here at the estate.

Benedict thought, 'And now, he collapses outside my door. Did Gabriel do something to him? I can't trust Gabriel anymore, but I'll stop overthinking it. From the looks of it, he's just fainted. I'll wait for him to wake up and get the full story then! After spending the night resting on a small cot in his room, Benedict was preparing to head out for his duties the next morning when Dylan finally woke up.

"Ugh, my head..." Dylan winced in pain, recalling how the shadowy figure from last night had struck him on the head, nearly sending him into oblivion.

As soon as Dylan woke up, the memory of being knocked unconscious the night before flooded back. Gripping his still throbbing head, he cursed under his breath and slowly sat up.

It was then that he took in his surroundings.

"Wait... is this Benedict?" He spotted Benedict emerging from behind a screen, freshly dressed in his official robes.

"Dylan? You're awake finally! What happened last night? How did you end up collapsed at my door?" "Wait, when did I collapse at your door?" Dylan paused, confused. He clearly remembered being knocked out in the alley by the sudden ambush of shadow guards.

Dylan thought, 'I was certain they'd taketo Gabriel after I passed out. But instead, I wake up here, in Benedict's room? There was something off about what he was saying. It didn't quite add up.'

Benedict noticed that Dylan seemed just as confused about the situation as he was. He furrowed his brow slightly, then said, "Forget i Just rest here in my Pod y room for now. I've had most of the servants reassigned to other parts of the estate. Aside from Manson, no one else should be coming in and out. So stay put, and whatever needs to be dealt with can wait until I return." Dylan relaxed at his words. Truth be told, Benedict was the only person in the entire Duke's estate that he could still trust right now. He nodded obediently, agreeing to stay put.

But Benedict hadn't even been gone an hour before Manson hurried up to him, panic written all over his face.

"Lord Benedict, it's bad! Lord Dylan-he's been caught sneaking into the Duke's study! He was caught in the act, and now they've taken him to the Duke!" Benedict froze, disbelief flashing across his face.

"Wait, did you just say what Dylan did?"

Benedict thought, 'What do you mean, he went to Gabriel's study to steal? How could he possibly don something like that? Benedict couldn't believe what he was hearing.

He didn't even take the tto change out of his official robes before hurriedly rushing toward Gabriel's study.