Chapter 320

Chapter 320 A Puppet

For over a decade, these people had maintained a firm grip on Mandy, biding their time until she

reached adulthood so they could mold her into their puppet. There were not chances they would simply

release her with ease.

Cherise, peering through the iron door, bore witness to the agonizing sight of Mandy. She was clutching

her head, relentlessly slamming it against the wall, and a profound sense of unease welled up within

Cherise.

Cherise couldn’t help but reminisce about the past, back when she first encountered Mandy at

Sequoia. She remembered how persistently Mandy had referred to her as ‘Sister. Cherise herself was

only a nineteen-year-old girl, engrossed in thoughts of studying and exams.

Mandy had confided that she had never known family or friends, living an isolated and lonesome life for

all those years. This revelation left Cherise struggling to keep her emotions in check.

She bit her lip, her thoughts unexpectedly drifting towards Damien.

He, too, had been living a solitary life for many years. Damien was fortunate, though. He retained

control over his life and had the support of friends like Jacob and Lennon. In contrast, Mandy had

Cherise as her only ally, a Sister,’ recognized less than twenty-four hours ago.

Before long, the room fell into a hushed silence. Jacob commented, “Seems like they have stopped

sending signal commands for now.”

“Do you think we should go in and check on her?” Cherise sought Jacob’s opinion.

With a heavy heart, Jacob retrieved a key and unlocked the thick iron door.

The basement was an oppressive, damp, and dim space despite Jacob’s efforts to illuminate it with

intense, daylight-like lighting. Cherise could still feel the suffocating atmosphere.

Carefully, she proceeded to Mandy, and with a crouched posture, she observed her.

Mandy was in a pitiable state-her hair in disarray, and her entire body was on the ground, limp and still

trembling from the ordeal. She was hardly recognizable, concealed under blood and grime.

Cherise’s heart ached deeply. Reaching out, she took Mandy’s hand, which was covered in chipped

nails and stains of blood. The warmth of Cherise’s touch caused Mandy to raise

her head from the ground.

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Beneath the tangled locks of hair, Mandy gazed at Cherise through eyes filled with tears. Finally, her

tears began to flow.

“Sister…,” Mandy’s fragmented voice was like a knife to Cherise’s heart.

“I don’t want to live… It’s too painful…” Mandy cried out, her voice hoarse and fractured. “Ever since I

was seven, every time I defied them, it was like this…”

Jacob remained at the door, his brows furrowed as he observed the scene. “You could have returned to

them, and we would have rescued you once we were more certain.”

“I don’t want to go back,” the young girl declared between her tears. “I don’t want to return, not even for

one more day. S only wants me to be her puppet, and my father obeys. everything S says. My

brother… He wants S to train me so I can earn money for him. No one cares about my life. No one

cares if I’m happy or not. They believe it’s my destiny because I resemble Maeve, that I’m destined to

be her replacement…”

“I don’t want to go back!” With her head raised, she gazed at Cherise with those reddened. eyes. “I’m

so happy you’re willing to treat me like family. Even if we are not sisters, it makes me very happy.”

“I have a sister now.” Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably. “Promise me. If you can’t find a

way to save me, end my life.”

Cherise held Mandy tightly, profoundly shaken by the heart-wrenching scene that had unfolded before

her. She clenched her teeth, realizing that such a tragic life was not merely a trope from TV dramas or

s! It was a harrowing reality. Cherise couldn’t help but recall her first encounter with Mandy. The

time when she had been haughty, exquisitely beautiful, and dazzlingly gorgeous.