.

Chapter 312

As Sharon and James were ushered into the basement, their faces were pale. Maeve barely glanced at Sharon, causing her to collapse in fear.

“It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me,” Sharon stammered, frantically waving her hands. “Ms. Scott, we were forced… We had no choice…”

Maeve stepped forward and seized Sharon’s jaw. Maeve’s eyes burned with an intensity Sharon had never seen before.

“What did Uncle Phil ever do to deserve this? He’s always protected you since you married into the Scott family. He never hesitated to fulfill your every whim, even at the cost of his own dignity

“He endured the ridicule of marrying a fallen actress, all for you–an ungrateful wretch!”

Maeve shoved Sharon away, who fell to the ground, trembling and tearful.

“If anything happens to Uncle Phil,” Maeve said coldly, “you and your precious son can spend the rest of your lives in prison.”

Sharon pleaded, but Maeve’s attention was entirely focused on Philip. She couldn’t

basement. He lowered his voice, saying, “I’ve already

be fine, right?” Maeve asked, her voice edged with

minor, just surface wounds,”

felt relief. She looked coldly at Sharon and James, who were still held on the floor. “Lock

was

Do you want us to

if Philip survived, he would never forgive them. They would never leave this basement alive!

silenced him with a

Who do you think you are?” James shouted, but Ma that

he dared not move, fearing the sharp heel would pierce his flesh.

speaks. Didn’t your teachers in

paler, his face a twisted echo of

better pray that Uncle Phil comes back safe and sound. Pray that he shows mercy

would be pitch dark once the door was closed. An hour in such a

light, water, or food. Maeve was ruthless and would not lift a finger to help them. They were doomed!

ment.silent.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255