The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414 False Salvation

Chapter 414 False Salvation

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Rowan’s pulse slammed against his ribs as he wheeled toward Quinn, eyes wide with raw shock. “Quinn, please–tell me this isn’t some cruel mistake. Are you saying it’s all true?”

She answered with action, sliding a thin dossier across the table. Inside, Julius‘ exhaustive investigative report waited like a loaded gun.

Rowan flipped through the pages, each rustle sounding like the crack of ice in a deepening winter. If Julius had compiled this, the chances of forgery were almost nonexistent.

That means Serena can’t save Lena at all.

He remembered the night Serena had sworn she could rescue Lena, producing a single hospital cross–match result–and he had never checked a thing.

Back then, desperation eclipsed judgment; he cared only that Lena might live, blind to Serena’s character, blind to the need for proof.

Blood shot across Rowan’s eyes as rage tore through the hope he had clung to. “Serena Fane, you lied to me?”

Serena’s complexion drained to a ghostly alabaster. She had never imagined Quinn would out her so bluntly, shredding the lie she’d believed was flawless.

She had figured deceiving Rowan alone would suffice.

After all, he was the only one who still fretted over Lena’s fate.

Besides, Lena languished in far–off Celosia while they stood here in bustling Azania.

Julius had somehow arranged a cross–match between two continents? When did that happen? She dredged her memory and found only emptiness.

Serena straightened her spine, forcing a brittle confidence. “One sheet of paper and suddenly I’m branded a liar? Lena is in Celosia. When exactly did she stand beside me for a blood draw? This report is riddled with questions!”

Rowan pinned Serena with an unblinking stare, yet some fragile part of him prayed she was right. Because if she’s lying, what becomes of Lena? Is there even time left to locate another donor, to run fresh tests, to beat the clock?

Quinn broke the hush with crisp certainty, her gaze never leaving Serena. “If we want the truth, we simply run the match again. Since you call Julius‘ report fake, let’s do a new cross-

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match–right now.”

Panic skittered across Serena’s voice. “W–Why should I be retested?”

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Quinn’s reply was ice wrapped in velvet. “You’re not willing to? Then your promise to save Lena was never more than smoke. Keep this up, Serena, and you’ll spend the rest of your days in an Azanian cell.”

The color drained from Serena’s face yet again; options narrowed like closing jaws. She told herself she had to reach Celosia first, no matter the cost.

She forced a new argument, voice trembling but urgent. “Fine–run your tests, but grant me bail so I can fly to Celosia. Lena is there, and I’m eager to donate my stem cells.”

Quinn shook her head, reply calm and merciless. “No need. We’ll draw your blood here, courier it to a high–resolution HLA lab, and confirm the match. If you’re truly compatible, you’ll be on the first plane to Celosia.”

Serena fixed Quinn with a stare so vicious it cut through the stale interrogation–room air. “Quinn, why can’t you just be dead? If you were gone, everything–absolutely everything- would fall perfectly into place!”

In Serena’s frantic calculations, a corpse would leave no witnesses. Her neat fiction would never be exposed. She could board the first flight back to Celosia and someday claim the Fane family’s throne she coveted.

Now, that fragile blueprint lay in ruins, toppled by the very woman standing across from her.

Across the room, Rowan felt the last shard of hope inside him shatter like glass against

concrete.

The instant Serena spat out those poisonous words, Rowan understood–every soothing promise she had made before was nothing but a clumsy, gilded lie.

“Serena Fane, you deserve to die!” A roar tore from Rowan’s throat. He lunged, fingers clamping around Serena’s neck with a strength born of heartbreak and rage.

Uniformed officers rushed forward, boots skidding across the linoleum as they shouted for him to stand down.

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