Chapter 38

"Mr. Anderson..."

Brian's brow furrowed ever so slightly, his deep, cold voice carrying an oppressive weight. "Are you afraid of me?"

Claire lowered her gaze, hardly daring to breathe.

Afraid?

How could she not be?

His methods, she had experienced them all during her time in prison. He had stripped away her dignity, left her in agony, yet kept her alive, forcing her to endure each grueling day.

When facing the Linwood family, she could muster some courage to resist.

But in front of him, all her courage vanished, replaced by a fear that seeped into her very bones.

panic, her hands clutched the hem of her shirt so tightly that her knuckles

Can I... can I leave now?" Her voice was rushed and trembling, the pitch quivering with sheer

Brian's gaze, yet she could feel the icy indifference emanating

he were a king gazing

me you would kneel and apologize to my

face drained of color. She looked up sharply at the man, only to drop her gaze again

flashed through her mind like a haunting slideshow, those days

stepped forward, the oppressive air around him growing more intense, like an avalanche poised to bury her under

do you think five years behind bars repays what

body trembled like a leaf in a

flee, but her legs felt anchored to

She had tried five years ago, and he

him, a fear that pierced

buckled, and she sank to

to Miss Irene and beg for Mr. Anderson's forgiveness." As she spoke, her forehead hit the ground with a heavy thud, over and over, each impact

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