Chapter 110

The narrow hallway leading to the dungeon was dimly lit, with the faint sound of dripping water echoing off the stone walls. Emilia moved carefully, making her way toward Andrew’s cell. Her heart pounded in her chest, and each step felt heavier than the last. She knew the risk she was taking—Diego would never forgive her if he found out—but she couldn’t bear to see Andrew suffer any longer.

The tray in her hands was warm with freshly cooked food, the steam rising slightly in the cold air. She approached the iron gate to Andrew’s cell and quietly set the tray down. Her fingers were trembling as she reached for the keys she had stolen earlier. With a quiet click, the gate opened, and she slipped inside, kneeling beside Andrew’s unconscious form.

"Andrew," she whispered, shaking him gently. He stirred slightly, groaning as he slowly opened his eyes, weak from days of starvation.

But before she could say anything further, a voice echoed from behind her, sharp and cold. "Emilia."

She froze
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