Chapter 605: Chapter 605

Chapter 605:

Gritting her teeth, Lindsay silently wished for Etta’s downfall, hoping she’d meet a terrible end.

As Lindsay hurried from the garden to the study, she noticed a distinct aura of urgency among the staff. Their hurried movements and hushed whispers spoke of their deep-seated fear of Harlee, and this unsettling atmosphere only heightened her own anxiety.

Compelled by a mix of curiosity and dread, Lindsay quickened her steps, as if trying to outpace the looming sense of dread. She knocked sharply on the study door, her hand trembling slightly with trepidation.

The response came from within.

“Come in.”

With a deep breath, Lindsay pushed the door open and was met with the sight of Hale meticulously polishing a dagger.

His features were set in a grim expression that did not bode well. Lindsay’s heart thrummed erratically against her ribcage, a mix of anticipation and fear washing over her.

Her voice faltered as she spoke.

“What do you want?”

Without looking up, Hale continued his task, his voice cold and detached.

“Harlee has already begun to take action,” he murmured.

Lindsay’s face drained of color at his words. The possibility that Harlee’s maneuvers could lead her straight to prison loomed ominously in her mind.

Had the servants’ whispered fears been more than just idle talk? Was the threat of Harlee indeed as real and imminent as they feared?

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Dark and unreadable emotions clouded Lindsay’s eyes, yet the waves of hatred that flowed from her heart were blatantly apparent. She found solace in a secluded villa, a place Hale had tucked away secretly. Without his consent, it would be challenging for Harlee to locate her.

As this realization settled in Lindsay’s mind, Hale’s voice cut through the silence again, his tone deceptively light.

“Tomorrow morning, I will have someone escort you back to the Morgan family.”

The words struck Lindsay like a lightning bolt, draining the color from her face.

Was she being sent back to the Morgan family? That was tantamount to walking into a prison! Her lips pressed into a tight line, eyes widening in disbelief. This secret villa had been her sanctuary, a refuge from Harlee’s vengeful schemes, and now she was being sent back to face not just Harlee’s fury, but the duplicitous smiles of her own parents. No way!

A fierce rage ignited in Lindsay’s eyes, the bitterness swelling within her, dissolving any remnants of affection she had for her parents. Just as her anger reached its peak, Hale stopped what he was doing and added, his authority unmistakable, “It’s either back to the Morgan family or abandonment by the roadside. Which do you prefer?”

Feeling the weight of Hale’s commanding presence, Lindsay’s heart quivered, a cold sweat beading on her forehead. She recoiled slightly, her reply a faint murmur.

“Back… back to the Morgan family.”

Lindsay endured a night fraught with distress, her sleep finally claimed by vivid nightmares where she was the prey.

As dawn broke at six, her rest was abruptly interrupted. She awoke, her nerves frayed, only to find herself abruptly left at the Morgan household’s front steps by Hale’s stoic men in black.

Overwhelmed with remorse, Lindsay now navigated her days at the Morgan family with caution, holding back any retorts and treading lightly around her parents.

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