Sometimes she would try to flee a dozen times a day, but the man's torment was like a cat toying with a mouse, watching her

struggle just for amusement.

So, the initial dozen attempts dwindled to seven or eight, then to five or six, and eventually to twice a day.

Now, it had been a whole year since she last thought about escaping from this place, which was exactly what the man intended.

Cynthia listened to the man's voice, ignoring him.

But he continued, "Don't you want to know where your daughter is?"

At these words, Cynthia's eyelashes fluttered.

Her hand, which had been hanging by her side, twitched, and her gaze shifted to a fixed point.

The man's voice echoed in her head as if it were emanating from deep within her bones.

"Where is she?"

These days, she had only spoken one word, and that was the curt "Scram" she had told lan's man.

Her voice was very hoarse.

"She cto see you, tried to take you with her, but she's in over her head."

Cynthia's eyes were downcast, and it took a long tfor her to compromise, "Please let her be."

fell silent, as if even the surrounding machinery had

screen, his face filled with a sinister

her safe

said nothing, just leaned

whether he would let

hour,

first thing she did upon waking was

in his arms and used the corner of

"Does it hurt?"

didn't speak, just tilted

in his tracks,

"Are you blaming me?"

"No."

want to see you and our baby in harm's way.

saying this, he strode

the scent of

chaotic, and that lan must have done a lot to get her

She just felt heavy-hearted.

strong and gentle, who, no matter what happened, would hold her in her

face, and speak softly.

the messages she conveyed

character was greatly

she have grown up safely after

"lan, where is this?"

toldabout it. Dylan and Abner's men are waiting

the island is a battleground. I'm not confident

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