Chapter 505 Could You Love Me?

"Serg, ever since you took Chloe away, Carter has completely lost his mind. He's relentless, tearing through our hideouts one by one. Right now, this is the only place we have left to hide. We can't afford to keep this woman here. If Carter finds her, we're done for!"

Carter was searching for me.

Only hearing his name sent a sharp ache through my chest.

Even though my mind had erased all memories of him, my body still remembered what it felt like to love him.

My recollections only stretched back to when I was 17, and the only image I had of Carter was from our childhood at the Bolton Residence when he patiently taught me how to play the piano.

That quiet, slender young man had now lost himself to madness.

Silent tears slipped down my cheeks, landing on the carpet beneath me. I pressed my hand over my mouth, afraid of making a sound.

I just wanted to hear something-anything-about Carter, even if it was only a few words.

The note had told me I'd been separated from him for over a month. I couldn't begin to imagine what he had been going through.

Even if he knew I was still alive, he must have been in torment.

Carl...

Sergio, however, remained indifferent. His voice was calm and cold. "Isn't this the consequence of your actions? You've destroyed lives, torn families apart, and left people suffering. If you get caught, you have no one to blame but yourselves."

Smack!

His mother flung the fruit platter off the table. The fruit was scattered across the floor.

just as heartless as the Ligendzas! If I had known you'd turn out this way, I would never have

it. You've

face, but I could

toyed with countless women who were caught, and the unborn children in their wombs ...

"You wicked child!"

"The only connection between us is blood. If I had a

tomorrow morning to leave.

"Do you think the cops will just let

13, stayed out of your world, and never got my hands dirty. Why would they come after me? But you deserve whatever fate

sure you all pay. Carter has already

room, but he was faster. Before I could slip under

recalled how coldly he treated his parents. It

dim wall lamp from the staircase casting a faint glow around his silhouette. Slowly, he stepped forward. His voice was calm but firm. "Did

held my stomach, trying to act clueless as

I'm your psychiatrist.

backing me up until I was pressed against the

feeling the cold sweat on my skin and the tremble in my body. "Are you scared of

I weren't pregnant, I would fight him

I had two babies inside me. The fear was

more, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm

soft laugh. "You're shaking like

didn't ease my nerves. If anything, it made

a mask around me, but

scared. I won't harm

everything, it doesn't matter. You'll forget it soon enough."

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