Jerome struggled to find the right words to comfort Eleanor. He patted her back gently, hoping to offer some measure of reassurance. But it was clear that she was too overwhelmed by shock and grief to find any solace. Her daughter was missing, and she couldn't come to terms with the idea.Rosca sat on the floor not knowing what to do. Her mind was filled with guilt as she watched her friend dwell in sorrow. She felt so helpless and useless. She had sought help from her grandfather but there was still no news. Rosca sat on the floor, feeling helpless and useless. She watched her friend cry and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She had asked her grandfather for help, but still, there was no news. She felt like she had failed Eleanor, and that was a heavy burden to bear. It was all her fault. If she hadn't asked her, this wouldn't have happened. It took a long time, but eventually, Jerome was able to convince Eleanor to lie down and rest. He gently brushed her cheek and whispered, "
It was early in the morning when the doorbell rang. Jerome was still in the study, poring over documents and notes, trying to find a clue or lead that would help him find Baby Ava. Eleanor was still too weak to come downstairs, and Rosca was the only one downstairs, trying to make breakfast for her friend. She rushed to the door when she heard the bell. Standing on the doorstep was a delivery man with a large package in his arms. the story.“Is Mrs. Eleanor here?" the delivery man asked, his voice muffled by the mask he was wearing. Rosca frowned, a feeling of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.“What do you need?" Rosca asked her voice firm and cautious. She didn't trust this man, and she wasn't about to give him any information without knowing more.“I'm here to deliver this parcel to her." The man answered. Jerome had dispelled all the bodyguards to search for baby Ava. There was no one at the mansion since he thought he only could protect Eleanor. And also he didn't know i
Mia had finally completed her task. It was finally over. She was free at last. But that didn't mean she had finished. She still had one more thing to do - she needed to take her revenge on Eleanor. With the family grieving, it was the perfect time to strike. With her son in her arms, she took a taxi and told the driver to drop her at her house. Going back to that small house was something she didn't want to do, but she had no choice now. Killing Eleanor was the best option. She wouldn't let such an opportunity go. If it weren't for Eleanor, she wouldn't have gone for plastic surgery. Her family wouldn't have lost everything, including her father's life. She wouldn't have become poor and everything wouldn't have been taken from her hands. It was her fault. Eleanor was the cause of her predicament. She would make sure she suffered more than death.As they pulled into the driveway, Mia's heart began to race. Finally, she had reached her destination - her home. She stepped out of the ca
Mia had just finished making dinner when she heard a loud bang on the door. She opened it, and a group of men in black suits burst into her house. They were armed, and their faces were obscured by masks. "Who are you?" she stammered, her heart racing. The men didn't answer, and she felt a surge of panic. She thought about trying to run, but they had her surrounded. She was trapped. Who were these men, and what did they want?The men didn't say a word, but they grabbed her and dragged her away. Mia looked back over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the baby, crying and reaching out for her. She felt a rush of sadness and guilt, knowing that she was being taken away and would not be able to care for the child. She had no family and no one to take care of her. The thought of this innocent baby growing up alone, without love or support, was heartbreaking. Mia wished she could do something to help, but it was too late. She closed her eyes and held back the tears. At first, she didn't lo
Even as she struggled to breathe, Mia retained her defiance. "Go ahead, kill me," she said, her voice hoarse and weak. "It won't bring your daughter back, and it won't erase what I've done. You're wasting your time." The old man's grip tightened around her neck, and for a moment, he considered ending her life.As the old man's grip on Mia's neck tightened, Jerome could see that he was moments away from killing her. It was too much, even for a man who had been consumed by rage and grief. "Grandfather," he said, stepping forward, "you don't have to do this. Don't let her death be easy. She doesn't deserve that.""She wants to provoke you so you would kill her. Don't waste your energy on her. I will deal with her. I will make her feel the pain. She would wish for death to come for her but death would be far away. She would leave for three years to feel the pain. The pain of being alone and disfigured." Jerome's cold eyes sent shivers down Mia's spine. She started panicking and wished som
Little did she know that there was no escape for her. If she had known the unspeakable horror that was to come, she might have stayed away. But in her naivety, she decided to provoke the dangerous men. "What else can you do to me?" she taunted. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly.“Well, just wait, you'll soon know what I will do to you," Jerome said with a smirk. He turned to his grandfather and said, “Grandfather, are you done?”"No, I am not done. Since she enjoys being a bitch, I guess I will have to fulfill her wish,” the old man said with a smirk.Jerome shook his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. This side of his grandfather was more ruthless and cold-blooded than he could have imagined. “Alright, grandfather, but please make sure you stay alive.""Don't worry, I have a plan," the old man said, taking out his phone and dialing a number. "I need six men, the strongest you can find. I'll send you the location." His voice was hard and commanding, and there was no room fo
When the men came inside, the old man said, “She is a whore, make her satisfied. You need to work hard; she is difficult to satisfy," the old man said with no emotions in his tone.Jerome stood in silence, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression blank. He didn't move or speak, as if frozen in place. The grandfather and grandson made their way out of the basement and back to the house. As they walked, the old man asked, "Have you gotten any leads on him?" His voice was even, his tone calm and composed. But his eyes betrayed a hint of worry, a hint of fear. What would happen if they couldn't find Jerome's captor? What if the man struck again?"We have," Jerome replied, his voice resolute. "My men have tracked down his location and are on their way there now." He paused, taking a deep breath. "But we need to be careful. We don't know what we're up against." Although he has been able to track the man's location, he hasn't been able to figure out the identity of the man. He was to
After a few moments of consideration, Bright decided to put his creativity to the test. He went to Jerome's mansion and asked for permission to try and wake Rosca using his own methods. To his surprise, Jerome gave him the green light."Boss," Bright said, "I just got a call from Rosca's parents. They're very worried - she's still unconscious, and they're running out of ideas. They're asking for my help." He looked at Jerome expectantly, hoping that he would agree to let him try and wake Rosca.Jerome looked at him, his brow furrowed in confusion. "When did you get to know Rosca and her parents so well?" he asked. "I didn't realize you were close to them." He was surprised that Bright had such a connection with Rosca's family and wondered how it had come about. Was there something he was missing?Taken aback by Jerome's question, Bright hesitated. "Err... um," he scratched his head, stalling for time as he tried to figure out how to answer. Should he tell them the truth about how he m