Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

All of a sudden, an idea crossed Evelyn's mind, and her pupils came back to focus in an instant.

Clutching Gigi's hand, she pleaded, "Gigi, please. I'm begging you as your mother. Please help me! All these years, whenever you encountered problems, big or small, I was the one who helped you solve them. Please help me just this once!"

Evelyn's grip on Gigi's arms was so strong that the latter winced in pain, struggling to break free. "Mom, this isn't up to me-it's Dad's orders. I can't help you!"

Evelyn grasped her hand stubbornly, refusing to let go. "No, I'm sure you can help me! All you have to do is get me the key. That's all I'm asking!"

Gigi's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her mother. After a long, tense silence, she relented. "Fine, I'll try my best. But if I can't get you the key, you can't blame me, okay?"

Everyone else could turn their backs on Evelyn, but not Gigi. Evelyn was her mother, the woman who had raised and loved her for over 20 years.

A few nights later, when everyone was fast asleep, a shadowy figure appeared in the basement of the Hamilton manor. The figure moved stealthily through the dimly lit basement, knowing the layout of the house like the back of their hand.

darted toward a public phone booth nearby. With trembling hands, they made a call. Not long after, a sleek black Range Rover pulled up beside Evelyn. The passenger window rolled down, revealing Lucas, who was casually holding a cigar between his fingers. He glanced at

that bastard Daniel locked me in the basement and wouldn't let me eat

old bastard for you. But first, let's

she'd be able to escape Daniel's clutches. Her racing heart only started to settle down after she stepped into Lucas' long-term suite at the

the water looked almost radiant, a stark contrast to the woman who had fled from a

water still dripping from her skin, Lucas barged in and embraced her His hands roamed freely over her body. You've lost so much weight, but your

arms, letting him explore her body. "Of course not. He never touches me. His late wife is all he thinks about -he barely remembers

even if he wanted to touch me, I wouldn't let him. My

her a playful slap on the butt. "Good! Then, let me love you the way you deserve!"

that very moment, a crowd of reporters had gathered outside their hotel room. All of

Cameras flashed wildly, capture