Trying to catch her breath, Hazel sat in the living room, her heart racing. She still couldn't believe she made it out alive, and by home to her family for some hours, she thought she would not see them again, but she had made it out alive, a feat she had doubted impossible just hours ago. The fear that had gripped her—the terror that had coursed through her veins—began to ebb away as she could now smile a little and was replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.Her eyes filled with tears that ran down her cheeks. She was still living.At that moment, the sound of small, hurried footsteps echoed through the leaving. Turning around, everyone saw that it was ivy. She came running towards her mother, her tiny feet pattering on the wooden floor.“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” Ivy's voice was a mixture of joy and desperation. Seeing her mother and father back home made her even happier.The sound ivy was making made Hazel's heartstrings sore. She was glad she could see her little princess agai
Kane stood there, facing his mother, his heart pounding in his chest, seeing Hazel. He never expected to see her, not even in this condition. After everything he had gathered, he still didn't get it right. He knew he was in deep trouble at that moment. His mother had just seen Hazel, who he said was kidnapped, and was not, and she was standing right in front of them. Kane couldn't think of a single thing to say. All he could focus on was his mother's reaction and the fear of what she might do next. He knows he can't escape from this because he knows how his mother can be, and one thing he doesn't joke about is making promises that can't be fulfilled. He can't go back to his words, what is he going to do now? He starts crying inside himself immediately. At that moment, Lady Charlotte's face was a mixture of emotions, seeing Hazel safe and sound. On one hand, she was relieved to see Hazel safe and unharmed, and the news she heard was full of lies. Deep down, she wa
Robert's car stopped as he swiftly stood outside Marcus's house, his expression tense. He had just called Marcus, and the young master was shocked by his sudden voice. He could tell he wasn't expecting his call.Marcus had always trusted Robert, but hearing that he was right outside his door was unexpected and strange, and he could remember that he had not told anyone about his house location; however, that wasn't the case. Marcus knew that if Robert had come all this way to see him, it must be something significant, and he was sure that was the case.Robert didn't hear from Marcus; he repeated it again.“Young master, I'm in front of your house. Please come out; I have something very important to say to you.”Robert said it again.At that moment, Marcus's face showed a mixture of surprise and concern. He hadn't anticipated this visit and was already wondering what could be so urgent that made Robert come all the way here to talk to him. It might be what he was thinking, but noneth
As Marcus turned to face Ivy, he immediately noticed the stark terror etched across her small face; this time it was more than the first time he had seen such face. Without a word, he could tell something was profoundly wrong with Ivy, and he needed to address it immediately because the expression she wore was hauntingly similar to the one she had when she encountered Marilyn, and he doesn't know why she was showing that same expression again, and this time it was even more intense.Marcus immediately recognizing the urgency in his daughter's eyes, Marcus spoke softly to Robert, knowing he can't neglect Ivy, not in this expression, not when he can't trust anyone except Ivy and Hazel.Marcus faces Robert.“Give me a minute; I want to talk to my daughter,”he said, his voice laden with concern. He was curious, wanting to know what Ivy was going to say this time around.Robert nodded in understanding the young master.He stepped back to give them space. He could see that the young girl
Marcus stood with a measured calmness on his face; he couldn't allow any sign of anger to be written on his face before Robert would start thinking of something else, which he didn't want. His eyes fixed on Robert, careful not to betray his inner turmoil and give him the impression he knew something. He didn't want Robert to catch even a hint of suspicion. Marcus believed Ivy; he was certain that Robert was the mastermind behind the series of unfortunate events. The pieces were falling into place now, and the full picture was becoming painfully clear, but he still needed to get the final confirmation.As Marcus's gaze remained on Robert, his mind began to wander, sifting through the memories of the past few months. He recalled how Marilyn had been caught in a whirlwind of trouble, always seemingly coincidental but now evidently orchestrated.Robert had always been around, pretending to be busy with other matters, yet his actions were superficial, a cover for his true intentions.
Marcus's face was a portrait ofurgency. His brows knit together, his eyes wide with a mixture ofdetermination and fear, he wasted no time in using the car Tyler had given him. He can't wait to confront Marilyn and make her say the truth, even though both Zachary and Tyler would be there. He's going to act carefully if he finds out they are working together. He's going to start with them first before he comes to Robert.Marcus's eye turned deadly. At that moment, he can't tolerate nonsense anymore. Marcus entered the car, and he started the vehicle's engine as it roared to life, a sound that mirrored the intensity within Marcus as he sped down the road. He needs to ask Marilyn just a few critical questions. He needed to be certain Robert was orchestrating all ofThis alone, without Zachary and Tyler's involvement, would be the only reason he could win this fight because he needs Zachary more than ever. The fact that Robert had arrived immediately after they got home was telling
Robert ended the call with a sense of finality. His eyes became even more menacing, knowing he needed to act fast immediately. There was no more time to waste; his plans were in motion now, and he can't delay because, sooner or later, Marcus was going to know about Marilyn, which he was going use and hurt him. After all, he can't allow someone to mistreat his daughter. When he heard the news about the warehouse being exploded, he thought he had lost her, but unfortunately for him, she was still alive and safe, which meant his plans were still in motion and there was no turning back.He can't hide behind a mask any longer; the time for action had arrived, and he was going to make good use of it without taking twice the fool is going to pay.Robert was dropping the phone when, immediately, a sleek Mercedes bus parked in front of his car. He emerged from his vehicle with a mask concealing his face, as did the appearance of the ten strong-looking men who descended from the bus. Together
Hazel's face was a portrait of terror as she watched Robert's menacing grip tighten even harder around Ivy's neck.She struggled against her bonds, her heart pounding in her chest, but she was too weak to break free. Tears streamed down her cheeks even more, mingling with thedirt and sweat of her captivity. She tried to beg for forgiveness; if they had done anything, he should forgive them or better still kill her instead of her daughter; however, the tape over her mouth muffled her cries, reducing her from begging; she couldn't say anything properly as she was only able to grumble while looking.At that moment, Robert's hand was like a vice, lifting ivy off the ground with terrifying ease.Hazel's eyes turned even more disheartening at that moment.They are trying to kill his daughter.She tried to stand up on her feet, but she couldn't the tape was so tight that she fell to the floor immediately. Grumbles grew even louder, but Robert was not listening to her or even looking her w