Chapter 146:

Sitting alone in his small, dimly lit cell, Andrew’s mind kept circling back to Gideon’s visit. He could still hear Gideon's voice clearly, even though he had left hours ago.

Gideon had spoken with such intensity, and Andrew couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over him since then.

As Andrew stared at the cold, hard floor of his cell, he felt a growing sense of dread about what might come next. He could almost hear the echo of Gideon’s words, making his anxiety worse.

"I shouldn't have done this," Andrew muttered under his breath, feeling a deep regret. His head hung low, and he stared at his lap, where his hands were clasped tightly together.

"I shouldn't have let him take full advantage of the situation. It was a mistake.”

“If only I had said no back then,” Andrew lamented, his voice filled with sorrow as he shifted uncomfortably on the narrow bed in his cell.

He leaned against the cold, concrete wall behind him, trying to find some solace in the familia