Alec seldom indulged in writing. When he did, he preferred whatever was convenient. It was uncommon for him to carry such an upscale pen.

This pen contradicted Alec's rough demeanor.

Conor shared Jarrod's perspectives and continued, "Alec never wielded such a pen. Upon investigation, it's identified as one favored by the Uchaesau royal family, commanding a hefty sum. Most individuals disregard the brand of a pen, yet this implies the owner engages in writing-related endeavors, utilizing such a pen frequently. Even if his refinement is feigned, it's a facade he diligently maintains.”

Conor's astute analysis hit the mark, providing a clearer depiction of the elusive mastermind behind the scenes.

"If this is a noble's pen, then its users in Ardlens should be scarce. Investigate the Uchaesau orders thoroughly, exploring any potential ties to Ardlens," Jarrod directed.

This individual had always eluded detection. The sole lead they possessed, the pen, offered little promise. While they operated in plain sight, the mysterious individual lurked in the shadows, placing them at a disadvantage.

Jarrod silently vowed to apprehend this mysterious individual before Nicole's childbirth, neutralizing the threat.

"And locate Jamie," Jarrod commanded. Jamie likely held connections to this mysterious figure. Otherwise, she wouldn't have intruded into his life, possibly acting under their directives.

Now, Jarrod entertained suspicions that everyone around him might be entangled with this mysterious individual. He pondered the type of individual capable of intertwining such a myriad of characters. The ingenuity behind this individual's methods intrigued him. And what vendetta drove this individual to such extreme lengths? Every aspect remained veiled in obscurity.

Nicole entered Rhett's ward. He still had an IV attached, appearing quite frail.

Concerned, Nicole inquired, “Mr. Bates, are you running a fever today?"

“A slight one, but nothing too severe," Rhett responded.

"I brought you some congee. I noticed you had quite the appetite yesterday."

Before arriving, Nicole had brought takeout. Spotting the discarded lunch box in Rhett's trash made her feel remorseful. With no one by his side, Rhett lay solitary in the hospital.

Rhett said in a low voice, “Just leave it here. I'll eat it later."

Nicole, eager to assist, said, "If you're hungry, I can open it for you and set it up here. It would make eating easier for you."

“That would be helpful," Rhett replied, not declining.

Nicole, as she had done the day before, remained by Rhett's side as he ate, cleaning up afterward.

"Mr. Bates, do you experience any other symptoms besides the fever?"

Nicole inquired, her worry evident.