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 you're hungry. I won't

sometimes, a week would pass before she'd

room was stocked with snacks and water,

like a caged animal,

more, and the light went out, plunging the room

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

blankets, she called out in her mind: "Momma,

her mother was

suddenly felt a sharp pain

daughter's name escaping

You need to rest," Salma said, handing her a glass of water. "Finding your child isn't going

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

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