Chapter 121

Very late that evening, as the darkness deepened outside Margaret’s home, the air inside grew heavy.

Margaret had prepared a quiet corner for her daughter to rest, offering her solace and a semblance of normalcy. Meanwhile, she and Maya waited for Derek’s arrival, both dreading and anticipating his intervention.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Margaret opened it to find Derek standing on the porch. He was a tall, imposing figure, his face etched with concern but also with a steely determination. Behind him, a pair of burly men stood, their expressions unreadable, their demeanor unprofessional.

“Margaret,” Derek greeted with a nod, “I’ve come to discuss our plan!”

Margaret led him into the living room where Maya was seated, her eyes red but her expression resolute. Derek glanced at Maya, then turned his attention to Margaret.

“We need to be swift,” Derek said, his voice low and serious. “I’ve gathered a few of my best men. They’re waiting outside. We have to strike while Davi