Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273

Third Person’s POV

Seraphina spent two groggy days in the Healing Center before she finally started getting her strength back.

Mortimer didn’t leave the center that entire time. Whenever paperwork needed his attention, Tade brought it straight to her room.

“Connor’s dead,” Tade murmured, leaning in close once they had finished going through the documents.

Mortimer froze.

“Hackers breached his car’s control system, too,” Tade added. “That’s why he lost control and went off-route.”

It confirmed what they’d suspected all along-someone had deliberately steered the car right at Seraphina from the very start.

It also proved Connor hadn’t acted alone. Another group had been helping him-or, more accurately, using him. Connor was just a pawn, completely expendable, meant to be thrown away the second he outlived his usefulness.

So, aside from Connor, who actually wanted Seraphina dead?

Mortimer’s mind immediately went to Caldwell.

But he dismissed it almost as fast.

As much as he couldn’t stand his cousin, Mortimer knew Caldwell wouldn’t stoop to murdering Seraphina.

What could he possibly gain from it?

“What did our people in Alaska turn up?” Mortimer asked.

“Our contacts confirmed your aunt Abigail is living up there, and Caldwell is too. But five years ago, Caldwell was an exchange student at Shadowfang Academy. Prof. Bauer was his teacher back then.”

“So Caldwell met Seraphina five years ago?”

Tade hesitated. “It’s possible.”

Mortimer processed this, keeping his face totally blank. “Keep going.”

“Right,” Tade nodded.

“From what we can tell so far, their life in Alaska looks pretty normal. When Caldwell was ten, Abigail married a businessman.”

Mortimer frowned, his voice hardening. “Is there something off about this guy?”

“That’s the weird part,” Tade said.

“His name’s Tobias Nornwald. On paper, his business looks totally legitimate. But when our guys dug into his background and where his money comes from? Nothing. A complete dead end. On top of that, some unknown organization blocked us from figuring out how Abigail moved to Alaska and kept her location a secret all these years. Alaska is out of our usual territory, so we’re going to need a little more time to investigate.”

His head snapped up, meeting Mortimer’s hostile, unblinking stare.

He scoffed.

“Why should I feel guilty? You’re the one who’s always made Sera miserable, Mortimer. Haven’t you?”

He looked Mortimer up and down with blatant disrespect. “If you don’t feel bad breathing down her neck all the time, why should I?”

Ignoring Mortimer’s lethal glare, Caldwell lifted his bandaged arm. “The only reason I’m keeping my distance from Sera right now is so she doesn’t freak out over my injuries.”

Mortimer didn’t take the obvious bait. He just stared hard at Caldwell, his voice a low warning. “You’d better pray I don’t find any evidence tying you to this.”

Caldwell scoffed again, raising an eyebrow as his expression turned hostile. “What? You gonna pull a move like the old man and kill me the way he killed my dad?”

Mortimer’s expression instantly hardened at the accusation.

“Is that what your mother told you?” an elderly voice rasped from behind Caldwell.

He turned to see Elias holding up Edwin, whose hands were visibly shaking.

Edwin’s aging inner wolf was highly agitated, the deep emotional conflict warring in his cloudy eyes. He repeated the question. “Did your mother tell you I killed your father?”