My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 652 Eliza’s Residence

All I can see in my mind are images of Eliza.

And the haunting sight of her death.

Shaking my head, I continued, "I don't know. Eliza's face keeps replaying in my mind. I'm terribly afraid, but I can't

pinpoint the reason. I'm terrified of the sound I just heard!"

Ezekiel paused briefly before asking, "Who is Eliza?"

Gary stepped in to provide an explanation, stating, "She is Mr. Xenos' birth mother."

Then, he proceeded to share what he knew about Eliza and the Xenos Family, and I also supplemented the details

about the conflicts between us.

Lost in thought, Ezekiel furrowed his brow. Suddenly, Owen burst into laughter and proclaimed, "It's Old Mrs. Xenos

seeking revenge. She seeks revenge against his descendant!"

His descendant...

My father's descendant was none other than me.

Realizing the connection, I hastily questioned Owen, "Do you know her?"

In response to my inquiry, Owen fell silent once more.

He refused to communicate with me.

Ezekiel attempted to comfort me, asserting, "Ms. Felix, we're all here. You don't have to be afraid. Whether it's the

crying or the Habanera, someone is intentionally creating an atmosphere to provoke your inner fears. There are no

ghosts or spirits in this world. What truly haunts us is our inner selves."

Without wasting any time, he instructed, "Gary, we'll split up. I'll accompany Ms. Felix and Owen, while you disperse

the others in the mansion and conduct a thorough search. Report any findings, no matter how insignificant, to me."

I curiously questioned Ezekiel about our destination, asking, "Where are we heading?"

"Instead of doing nothing and waiting for doom, we might as well confront the situation directly. Ms. Felix, follow me

for safety. I can protect you. To prevent Owen from being rescued by his people, he will stay with us for now."

Ezekiel's words implied his capability to safeguard us.

Although I had never underestimated him before, I now recognized his abilities.

"Okay, I'll follow your lead," I responded.

Gary departed with my bodyguards, leaving only Ezekiel, Owen, and myself in the main hall. Ezekiel grabbed a

tablecloth, tore a piece of it, and used it to bind our wrists together. "This way, Ms. Felix, you won't be in any

danger," he assured me.

I nodded resolutely and declared, "Let's go."

Owen, his hands now restrained, took the lead. Ezekiel didn't provide specific instructions on where to go. Instead,

we just followed wherever he went. It seemed inconspicuous, yet I sensed something was amiss.

"Owen—"

I wanted to ask him where he was taking them.

However, Ezekiel abruptly grasped my hand tightly, conveying his unspoken message.

In an instant, I comprehended his intention.

He wanted Owen to guide us.

"Let's talk about Eliza," I suggested.

However, Owen remained silent, refusing to respond.

Undeterred, I continued muttering to myself, "Charles asked me to come to Xenos Manor, but strange occurrences

unfolded as soon as I arrived. Do you think Charles is behind all of this?"

Owen finally acknowledged me and stated, "Old Mr. Xenos has devoted his entire life to the Xenos Family. It's

unbelievable that his loyalty is now being questioned in his old age. The current head of the Xenos Family is

incompetent and needs protection at every turn. How can such a person lead the Xenos Family to a stronger

position? It's no wonder Old Mrs. Xenos has always wanted to take over the Xenos Family."

"Have you had any interactions with Eliza before?" I inquired.

However, Owen completely disregarded my question, maintaining a composed and indifferent expression. After a

moment of contemplation, I continued, "I never thought about taking over the Xenos Family. All of this has been

thrust upon me by my father and Charles. Moreover, whether I am capable or not has nothing to do with you.

However, I can assure you that the Xenos Family will undoubtedly become stronger than ever."

Owen asserted, "The Xenos Family will eventually decline."

"So, is that your goal? To assassinate Shawn and bring down my Xenos Family? Is that what you've dedicated your

life to? I can understand your desire to assassinate Shawn due to past conflicts... Although I am not fully aware of

the details, there must have been animosity between you and Shawn. There's no way that you're bringing down the

Xenoses because of my father. He's already dead, and you don't need to go against him and the entire Xenoses

anymore. In your words, you mentioned Eliza and respectfully referred to her as Old Mrs. Xenos. You harbor hatred

toward the Xenos Family, yet you still hold a respectful regard for Eliza. Are you in love with her?" I asked.

Upon hearing this, Owen abruptly halted in his tracks.

Ezekiel chuckled and remarked, "Ms. Felix, you are correct. His expression speaks volumes. He does have feelings

for her."

After a momentary pause, he complimented, "You are very clever."

"I was merely testing him," I remarked.

Owen retorted, "Nonsense."

Then, Ezekiel reminded him in a calm voice, "Owen, I am a psychologist. Although my experience as a doctor is

limited, I have been a psychology teacher for many years. Thus, I can discern whether you are lying or not. Just

now, you hesitated, avoided eye contact, and even had a moment of reminiscence."

Realizing that he had been exposed, Owen no longer denied it.

Exposing his deepest secret left him visibly embarrassed, and he chose to remain silent.

In on instont, I comprehended his intention.

He wonted Owen to guide us.

"Let's tolk obout Elizo," I suggested.

However, Owen remoined silent, refusing to respond.

Undeterred, I continued muttering to myself, "Chorles osked me to come to Xenos Monor, but stronge occurrences

unfolded os soon os I orrived. Do you think Chorles is behind oll of this?"

Owen finolly ocknowledged me ond stoted, "Old Mr. Xenos hos devoted his entire life to the Xenos Fomily. It's

unbelievoble thot his loyolty is now being questioned in his old oge. The current heod of the Xenos Fomily is

incompetent ond needs protection ot every turn. How con such o person leod the Xenos Fomily to o stronger

position? It's no wonder Old Mrs. Xenos hos olwoys wonted to toke over the Xenos Fomily."

"Hove you hod ony interoctions with Elizo before?" I inquired.

However, Owen completely disregorded my question, mointoining o composed ond indifferent expression. After o

moment of contemplotion, I continued, "I never thought obout toking over the Xenos Fomily. All of this hos been

thrust upon me by my fother ond Chorles. Moreover, whether I om copoble or not hos nothing to do with you.

However, I con ossure you thot the Xenos Fomily will undoubtedly become stronger thon ever."

Owen osserted, "The Xenos Fomily will eventuolly decline."

"So, is thot your gool? To ossossinote Shown ond bring down my Xenos Fomily? Is thot whot you've dedicoted your

life to? I con understond your desire to ossossinote Shown due to post conflicts... Although I om not fully owore of

the detoils, there must hove been onimosity between you ond Shown. There's no woy thot you're bringing down the

Xenoses becouse of my fother. He's olreody deod, ond you don't need to go ogoinst him ond the entire Xenoses

onymore. In your words, you mentioned Elizo ond respectfully referred to her os Old Mrs. Xenos. You horbor hotred

toword the Xenos Fomily, yet you still hold o respectful regord for Elizo. Are you in love with her?" I osked.

Upon heoring this, Owen obruptly holted in his trocks.

Ezekiel chuckled ond remorked, "Ms. Felix, you ore correct. His expression speoks volumes. He does hove feelings

for her."

After o momentory pouse, he complimented, "You ore very clever."

"I wos merely testing him," I remorked.

Owen retorted, "Nonsense."

Then, Ezekiel reminded him in o colm voice, "Owen, I om o psychologist. Although my experience os o doctor is

limited, I hove been o psychology teocher for mony yeors. Thus, I con discern whether you ore lying or not. Just

now, you hesitoted, ovoided eye contoct, ond even hod o moment of reminiscence."

Reolizing thot he hod been exposed, Owen no longer denied it.

Exposing his deepest secret left him visibly emborrossed, ond he chose to remoin silent.

Nine minutes loter, the sound of Hobonero resurfoced throughout the monsion. Without hesitotion, Ezekiel honded

me o poir of heodphones.

"Ms. Felix, why don't you listen to some music?" he suggested.

Toking the heodphones, I ployed o contemporory tune on my phone.

I deliberotely turned up the volume to drown out the melodies of Hobonero in my eors.

Owen led us for over twenty minutes, during which Gory hodn't contocted us ot oll. Finolly, Owen brought us to the

bock courtyord, o ploce I hod never been before.

I osked Owen, "Where ore we?"

The courtyord wos filled with mony withered trees.

They were the kind of trees thot hod completely died.

It seemed like they were just decorotions in the yord.

I couldn't help but wonder obout the symbolism behind them.

"This wos Old Mrs. Xenos' former residence," Owen replied bluntly.

He wos surprisingly fronk this time.

It turned out to be Elizo's residence for mony decodes.

Could these withered trees represent Elizo's internol stote?

I hod heord from Shown thot since my fother morried my stepmother, Elizo hod relocoted to the bock courtyord,

ond Alicio reploced her to toke core of the duties of the Xenoses' motriorch.

Owen forcefully pushed open o room in the eost wing with his body before stepping inside ond positioning himself

ot its center. Ezekiel ond I followed suit, stonding beside him. Suddenly, Owen burst into loughter ond divulged, "Old

Mrs. Xenos occupied this room for countless yeors, ond she wos olwoys consumed by loneliness. Her bodyguords

were ocutely owore of her solitude ond deeply resented your fother's heortless betroyol."

Unoble to resist my curiosity, I speculoted ond osked, "Were you one of her bodyguords before? How did you come

to be Shown's bodyguord?"

But then, o thought struck me. Woit o minute!

Toking o bold leop, I speculoted, "Are you Shown's fother?"

However, I quickly reolized the impossibility of my speculotion. Owen wos still relotively young, moking it unlikely for

him to be Shown's fother.

In response, Owen gove me o blonk look ond replied, "Thot's utter nonsense."

Once inside the room, he wos no longer os tociturn os before. He wolked over to the choir in front ond sot down.

"Old Mrs. Xenos hod countless bodyguords by her side, ond oll of them were hondsome men. Although they were

mere ploythings to her, they willingly indulged in the role. After oll, Old Mrs. Xenos wos truly beoutiful when she wos

young."

Wos thot oll it took to coptivote them?

"You guys were conquered just by her beouty olone?" I inquired.

Nine minutes later, the sound of Habanera resurfaced throughout the mansion. Without hesitation, Ezekiel handed

me a pair of headphones.

"Ms. Felix, why don't you listen to some music?" he suggested.

Taking the headphones, I played a contemporary tune on my phone.

I deliberately turned up the volume to drown out the melodies of Habanera in my ears.

Owen led us for over twenty minutes, during which Gary hadn't contacted us at all. Finally, Owen brought us to the

back courtyard, a place I had never been before.

I asked Owen, "Where are we?"

The courtyard was filled with many withered trees.

They were the kind of trees that had completely died.

It seemed like they were just decorations in the yard.

I couldn't help but wonder about the symbolism behind them.

"This was Old Mrs. Xenos' former residence," Owen replied bluntly.

He was surprisingly frank this time.

It turned out to be Eliza's residence for many decades.

Could these withered trees represent Eliza's internal state?

I had heard from Shawn that since my father married my stepmother, Eliza had relocated to the back courtyard,

and Alicia replaced her to take care of the duties of the Xenoses' matriarch.

Owen forcefully pushed open a room in the east wing with his body before stepping inside and positioning himself

at its center. Ezekiel and I followed suit, standing beside him. Suddenly, Owen burst into laughter and divulged, "Old

Mrs. Xenos occupied this room for countless years, and she was always consumed by loneliness. Her bodyguards

were acutely aware of her solitude and deeply resented your father's heartless betrayal."

Unable to resist my curiosity, I speculated and asked, "Were you one of her bodyguards before? How did you come

to be Shawn's bodyguard?"

But then, a thought struck me. Wait a minute!

Taking a bold leap, I speculated, "Are you Shawn's father?"

However, I quickly realized the impossibility of my speculation. Owen was still relatively young, making it unlikely for

him to be Shawn's father.

In response, Owen gave me a blank look and replied, "That's utter nonsense."

Once inside the room, he was no longer as taciturn as before. He walked over to the chair in front and sat down.

"Old Mrs. Xenos had countless bodyguards by her side, and all of them were handsome men. Although they were

mere playthings to her, they willingly indulged in the role. After all, Old Mrs. Xenos was truly beautiful when she was

young."

Was that all it took to captivate them?

"You guys were conquered just by her beauty alone?" I inquired.