Chapter 594

Pattie's usually bright eyes were dull and lifeless, but when she heard news about her mom, a flicker of hope sparked within them.

Being locked up for so long and enduring Gianna's abuse had drained her spirit. Now, she was just a shell of her former self.

Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but only a shattered whisper came out. Her voice had been poisoned silent.

"Missing your mom, huh?" Gianna sneered, staring at Pattie's face, which was a haunting reminder of Anastasia. It filled her with hatred, but the resemblance to Herman in Pattie's eyes brought her some twisted solace. Gianna glared at Pattie with pure contempt. "You'll never see your mother again. She left me to rot in the dark, so now it's your turn to pay for her sins."

Pattie shook her head, yanking at the iron chains that tethered her to the bed frame. Her world was confined to just a few square feet of mattress. Dropping to her knees, she begged Gianna for mercy.

Gianna watched her coldly. "I'm not letting you go, Pattie. Be grateful you're Herman's daughter, or you wouldn't even have this sliver of a chance to breathe." Pattie stopped her pleading and knelt there, her eyes fixed intensely on Gianna.

Gianna let out a hollow laugh, leaning back against the wall, her gaze drifting to the ceiling of the windowless basement room, lit only by artificial light.

"There's food if

every day; sometimes, a

room was stocked with snacks and water, which had

treated Pattie like a

locked once more, and the light went out, plunging

of the dark. She burrowed into the bedding, wrapping herself tightly in the covers. She had thought about escaping, but she knew it was

she called out in her

her mother was the only thing keeping her

suddenly felt

daughter's name escaping

exhausted. You need to rest," Salma said, handing her a glass of

subsided, Anastasia took a sip and asked, "Mom, has Aunt Cynthia come by

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