The Bound Between Us

Chapter 713

Once Cynthia regained her senses, she clung to Gianna's lifeless body, her cries echoing through the room, raw and uncontainable. "Oh, Gianna, how could you leave before me? How are your father and I supposed to carry on without you, my daughter?" Her sobs were

so intense she eventually fainted from the sheer weight of her grief.

Colton, too, couldn't hold back his tears. He had held onto the hope that their daughter would come out of prison and turn her life around. And now, just like that, they were told Gianna was gone. It was a blow too cruel for any parent to bear.

When Cynthia came to, the tears kept flowing. She flat-out refused to accept the prison's claim that Gianna had died of natural causes. "It must have been that witch, Anastasia, wasn't it?" she accused, her voice rising. "You've all been bought off, haven't you? You conspired to kill my daughter and then have the nerve to claim it was due to illness. Give me back my daughter!"

Cynthia couldn't shake Anastasia's words from the previous day. How could it be such a coincidence? Surely Anastasia hadn't foreseen this.

Her protests turned the prison into a scene of chaos. The staff were firm, "If you don't leave, we'll have to charge you with disorderly conduct and you might end up staying here yourself."

afraid! I want justice, I want my daughter

please. Let's take Gianna home. Let's

would be a lie to say he didn't harbor resentment. Their daughter had died in prison, and they were expected to simply believe it was an

the system. All they could do was bring

the couch with the urn, her eyes burning with vengeance. "I swear I'll make Anastasia and Herman pay," she muttered, clutching the

his spine. "Cynthia, let's lay Gianna to rest. We've got to try and move on, not go

we can't win, I'll make sure they suffer," Cynthia seethed, taking the urn to the bedroom and placing it on the table. She pulled out the little voodoo dolls she had prepared earlier, each marked with

at the doorway, watching but not intervening. This was all Cynthia had left to cope

provoke her further. Seeing her hesitation, Anastasia advised, "Mom, it's best if you stay away. Your visit might

do something drastic. Salma nodded, "I understand. I won't go. Ana, is it true