Chapter 137

Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she tried to piece what was going.

She pointed her shaky fingers towards the figure but no word could leave past her throat.

"I thought we should do a little reunion before you leave, don't you think?" Chase asked in a mocking tone.

Martha tried to stand up but the weight of what was going on and the dizziness she felt pushed her back to the couch.

She could only watch a partially conscious Mark being rolled into the living room in a wheelchair. His face was battered with blood stains all over his shirt.

Mark had tried to play off what Martha had told him earlier that day but he couldn't deny the feeling of dread at the pit of his stomach that something wasn't right. When Martha had gone out with the driver that was sent to pick her up, he rushed to pack some of his things, hoping to flee and save himself but he wasn't fast enough because the guard whom Chase had assigned to watch them had seen him trying to make a run for it and dragged him back to
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