Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 779: He's Victor's Brother Ella Bailey turned her head, following Tina's motion.

On the surveillance screen, a room filled with sophisticated medical equipment cinto view. A woman lay on the bed, her face deathly pale, her body devoid of vitality. Only the faint white mist on the light blue oxygen mask of the ventilato proved that she was still alive.

There was no sound in the footage, but Ella Bailey could almost hear the rhythmic beeping of the monitors in her ears.

She held her breath. Her heartbeat thudded violently, reverberating through her chest.

Even though she didn't understand medicine, she could tell that her mother's condition wasn't good.

The arms that had once held her so gently were now scarred, deep and shallow cuts crisscrossing her skin.

Sof the older wounds had healed, leaving white marks behind. The newer ones, grayish-brown scabs, threatened to shred Ella's fragile nerves.

"Mom..." Her lips trembled, her teeth chattered, and the single word that escaped her throat cout broken and hoarse. Tears began to fall, her sobs spreading like ripples through the quiet living room.

Tina watched silently. With a wave of her hand, Courtney and the others standing behind her led Elsa upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Elsa couldn't resist glancing back.

The Ella Bailey who had always flaunted her strength and pride now looked like a child who had lost her most treasured possession.

Her shoulders shook, her helplessness and despair stark and overwhelming.

The sight stirred a long-buried memory in Elsa's mind-of herself standing amidst the blood of her parents after they jumped to their deaths, the world crumbling around her. Perhaps... perhaps she had truly misunderstood Ella Bailey all this time? But that thought was cut short as Elsa ascended the stairs.

Downstairs, Tina picked up the laptop from the table and said calmly, "Over the years, you've helped Victor with so many things-all so he would treat your mother well. Isn't that right?" Ella Bailey nodded. The once-proud and upright figure now slowly sank to the ground, crouching low.

She spoke, her voice dry and raspy. "I thought... I thought that if I did everything perfectly, he'd tellwhere my mom was. I never imagined..... I didn't know she'd end up like this because of Victor." "We didn't expect this either." Tina patted her shoulder, urging her to look up.

"Do you know those people?" She pointed at Ozan Bailey and the others lying on the ground, trying to shrink into invisibility. Ella Bailey, her tears nearly spent, wiped her face. Her red, swollen eyes turned toward them.

Her gaze froze, and after a moment of disbelief, she stammered two words, "Uncle?!" "Uncle?" Tina murmured, her thoughts swirling. "He's Victor's brother?" Ella Bailey felt as though she had been thrown into the middle of sgrand deception. She sniffled, her voice trembling. "Yes. He's Victor's half-brother, Ozan Bailey. But according to the Bailey family records, he's been dead for over a decade I never imagined he was still alive!" "Mmm! Mmm!" Ozan Bailey, tied up like livestock by the Mountain Veil Order, squirmed on the ground, his hands and feet bound. Black tape sealed his mouth, but his wide, glaring eyes locked onto Ella Bailey, as if he had something urgent to say. Tina walked over and ripped the tape from his mouth. "What do you want to say?" "I'm not dead!" Ozan Bailey roared. "You little brat, you and that woman tricked me, didn't you?! My brother promised me-he said if I watched over this Farrell woman for him, he'd takeback when it was all over! You traitor! Do you think you can foolso easily?!" Ella Bailey's expression sharpened, a glint of steel flashing in her eyes. "So it was you? You were the one watching over my mom all these years?" Her voice was icy, each word a dagger. Ozan Bailey instinctively shrank back, his small, beady eyes darting nervously. But then he puffed up his chest, glaring defiantly. "So what if I was? Listen here, you brat-if you don't releaseright now, I'l tell my brother you betrayed the Bailey family. Kiss your inheritance goodbye!" "Heh. Do you think I care about being the heir?" Ella Bailey let out a cold, mocking laugh. "But I have to say-I didn't expect this. After all these years, you still don't see Victor for what he is. No wonder you've been played like a fool. Once, you were Grandpa's favorite son, but now you've let Victor, that backstabbing, ungrateful scoundrel, take the head seat of the Bailey family!" "You think Victor wouldn't lie to you?" Her tone lifted slightly, almost playful. "Shall I fetch the family records for you? I promise, all 180 pages of the Bailey family history, and you won't find a single sentence about you!" "No... no, that's impossible! It's not true!" Ozan Bailey's face turned red, his voice trembling. "He promised me! He promised me-how could he?!" Tina let out a small laugh. "Why not? Victor even deceived his first wife. A man who climbed to power by stepping on the very woman who helped him get there-do you really think he'd treat you, his rival for the family fortune, any better?" She toyed with a strand of her hair, her tone airy. "If I'm not mistaken, your grandfather must have left you an inheritance before he died. Ozan Bailey, have you ever seen it?" Ella Bailey, glancing at the surveillance footage one last time, walked over slowly. "How could he? That money was used long ago by Victor to dig up the grave of the woman he hated most and hire experts to ensure her ashes would remain suppressed for eternity. That woman... was your mother." "He used the inheritance your grandfather left you to condemn your mother to eternal torment!" Her voice was like a ghost's whisper, chilling and relentless.

Ozan Bailey's breathing grew ragged, his neck flushing crimson as anger and despair overtook him.

But Ella Bailey wasn't done. "Oh, and those businesses and properties left to you? He handed them over to the bodyguard you despised most Your maternal grandfather's family? Ruined. Their fate was just as tragic as your mother's. "Ozan Bailey, while you spent more than a decade tucked away in the wilderness, torturing my mother on Victor's behalf, the people you cared about were enduring the ssuffering." "Tell me-don't you think that's karma?" She laughed then, a wild, unrestrained laugh that echoed through the room.

To Ozan Bailey and the others, it was piercing, unbearable.

But Tina heard the bottomless sorrow and bitter self-mockery hidden within it.

She blinked slowly and let out a silent sigh.

Ozan Bailey bit down so hard his gums bled. His mouth opened wide as he roared, "You're lying to me! You To you're wretched liar! Letgo! I'll go to back-I'll ask Victor myself! I don't believe you! I don't believe you!" How could it be true?! Ella Bailey must be lying. She had to be.

The brother who had once cared for him so tenderly-how could he have done something so cruel to their mother?

Victor had promised to bring him back to the Bailey family. He hadn promised. It was all supposed to be true.