Jerome remained unmoved by her distress. "That's not your punishment," he said coldly. "You're going to be sold to a human trafficker. You'll be forced to work as a sex slave for the rest of your life, without any hope of escape. No one will care what happens to you, because they'll think you're insane. You'll be used and abused, with no hope of ever regaining your freedom."" You… you… you can't do this to me. Mia's hopes were shattered. She thought she was going to be taken to the asylum so she could escape. Selling her to the human means her life will be completely ruined. If care is not taken, she might be sold to a faraway place. Jerome's expression was hard and merciless. "I don't care about your miserable life," he said coldly. "You took away my lovely princess. Why should I care about you?" His eyes were cold and empty as if he were looking at an object, not a human being. "You don't matter to me. All I care about is making you pay for what you've done."Mia couldn't speak. T
As Bright looked at Mia, his expression remained impassive. He felt no sympathy for her, believing that she deserved to suffer the consequences of her actions. If she had not caused such harm to Rosca, Eleanor, and the baby, none of this would have happened. In his mind, Mia was fully to blame, and he believed she should face the repercussions of her choices.“Boss, will it continue this way?" He asked.“No, she will be fine after thirty minutes, and the drug effects will return. This would be her daily routine till she dies."You left Eleanor with the old man. Do you think it's okay for us to stay here for an extended period?"Jerome finally agreed with Bright, but there was one thing that kept nagging at him. He wanted to see how Mia would react once the drug wore off and she was completely sober. Would she be angry? Would she be afraid? He was curious to see how she would respond when she realized what had happened.“Don't worry, my grandfather can take care of it." He said.As the
As the old lady repeated her question for the second time, the old man and Jerome were at a loss for words. Finally, Jerome couldn't take the pressure anymore. He spilled everything that had been happening to them - the kidnapping, the threat, baby Ava's death, and the current situation. It was a lot to take in, and the old lady listened in stunned silence."What!" the old lady exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "You mean Joan was your ex-wife all along? The nerve of that woman! She won't stop until she's ruined everything." Her voice shook with a mix of anger and sadness. She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to upset her grandson any further. This was a lot to take in, and she was reeling from the revelation. She did her best to control her anger."Where is Eleanor now, and where is my great-granddaughter buried?" the old lady asked, her voice trembling. She needed to know everything, and she needed to know it now. The suspense was killing her, and she was desperate for answers.
Jerome pulled Eleanor close, then stepped back and took a deep breath. He was just about to speak when the old couple walked into the room. The old lady saw Jerome's mouth open, about to say something, and she shook her head, signaling him to stay silent. But Jerome only returned her look with a reassuring gaze as if to tell her, everything was under his control.Holding Eleanor's hand in a reassuring grip, Jerome spoke in a gentle voice. "It's not a big deal. Just tell me what you remember, and I'll fill in the rest from there." He wanted her to feel safe and supported, no matter what she remembered.Eleanor tried hard to remember something, anything, but all she could see was a blur. She gave up trying to force the memories to surface, and instead said, "The only thing I can remember is that I got pregnant not long after Mia set us up." Even though the memories were hazy, she knew that much to be true.As she tried to remember, a headache began to build, getting more and more severe
Six months had passed since the events of that fateful day, and James had been quiet throughout. He felt like he was just a decoration in the company, merely occupying space but not contributing anything. He had been given a six-month suspension as punishment for his actions, and now that time was up, he was entitled to receive his salary once again. His butt was itching him. Finally, he decided to take action. He wanted to fight this battle alone but he realized he couldn't fight alone. He needs to fight an opponent to defeat Jerome. Taking a deep breath, James picked up his phone and dialed Annika's number. When she answered, he said, "Let's meet at the cafe. There's something important I need to tell you." Then he hung up, not giving her a chance to respond. Annika chuckled. She knew her uncle wouldn't be able to fight Jerome alone. Annika arrived at the cafe, finding James sitting at a corner table, his expression a mix of determination and uncertainty. She slid into the seat
After Annika and James hashed out a plan to take down Jerome, they realized that it had not been as successful as they had hoped. Annika called James and asked him to meet her at the restaurant. When James arrived, he wasn't surprised to see the look of disappointment on Annika's face. He tried to put on a brave face, entering the restaurant with a smile.James already knew why Annika looked so glum, so he decided not to press the issue. He took a seat at the table and ordered a drink, trying to stay calm. He knew that Annika was upset about their failed plan, and he was determined to stay strong for her. But underneath the surface, he was just as worried as she was."Look," James replied, "whether I smile or not, the fact remains that we lost this time. Nothing can change that. What we can do is learn from this experience and plan something better for next time. Something that Jerome won't be able to get away from so easily." He was trying to stay positive and focus on the future, bu
Dressed in their finest clothes, Eleanor and Jerome drove straight to Rosca's mansion. As they pulled up, they could see Rosca's family gathered outside, all looking somewhat bewildered. Eleanor, in particular, seemed to take them by surprise. They had clearly not expected her to be there, or to see Eleanor awake and well."Eleanor, are you okay?" Mrs. Rogan rushed over and asked with a worried look on her face. She examined Eleanor from head to toe, checking for any sign of injury or illness. When she saw that Eleanor seemed to be perfectly fine, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Thank God you've woken up," she said, holding Eleanor close.Tears welled up in Mrs. Regan's eyes as she held Eleanor close. She had been so worried about her, and was so relieved to see her awake and well. She couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for Eleanor to wake up from her coma, and she was grateful that she had made it through. If she were in Eleanor's shoe
Jerome and the Regan's couldn't believe it - Rosca had forgotten what had happened, just like Eleanor. It was like something out of a novel, or a miracle. After the doctor finished checking on Rosca, he confirmed that she was fine, just like Eleanor. They were all in a state of disbelief and wonderment."Eleanor, you should spend some time with Rosca," Old Master Regan said, and then he left the room. He was completely blown away by the events of the day. He needed some time to process everything that had happened.Mr. and Mrs. Regan followed Old Master Regan out of the room. Jerome leaned down and kissed Eleanor on the forehead. "I'll be waiting for you," he said softly, a gentle smile on his face. He didn't want to leave her side, but he knew she needed time with Rosca.As the Regan's stepped outside, Mrs. Regan let out a long, deep breath. "This is truly a miracle," she said, the relief evident in her voice. "Since only the family knows, it won't be a problem to keep this quiet.""