Chapter 376



Elsewhere, after the past few days of suffering, Sarah bitterly started to grasp the harsh reality echoed by Courtney’s words. Kallie was far from the doormat she had once been.

During the past grim days, the lack of food and drink subjected Sarah and Courtney to degrading acts for mere sustenance. They were demanded to kneel and bark like dogs to amuse the gatekeepers before they were fed.

Sarah, who had always carried herself with pride, faced humiliations she had never imagined possible. Kallie had planned it all well.

The harshest treatment devised for Sarah was a slow, methodical breaking down of her resilience, intended to dismantle her piece by piece until nothing remained but a crushed spirit. The ultimate aim was to degrade Sarah to the point of utter helplessness, but that plan was on hold for now since Errol had arrived to fetch Sarah.

Emerging from the shadows of the dim room, the light and reality of the outside world felt surreal to Sarah. At the sight of the gatekeepers by the door, terror gripped Sarah, and she dropped to her knees, shaking.

“I didn’t escape! The door was opened for me. Please, I haven’t eaten yet. Please, give me some food!” she pleaded, her voice a whisper of her former self.

In the first few hours of her imprisonment, Sarah’s resolve had once been ironclad, but even iron crumbles without sustenance. Hunger had driven her to the brink of collapse. The idea of enduring this nightmare again was unbearable.

The two gatekeepers at the door exchanged a glance before bursting into cruel laughter. “Aren’t you the high and mighty daughter of the Miller family? Errol’s fiancée, no less.” They sneered down at Sarah, “Look at yourself now! You’re not even fit to carry Kallie’s shoes.”

Burning with anger from being humiliated yet helpless in the situation, Sarah could only nod, a painful grin etched on her face. “Yes, you’re right. Absolutely right.”

“Sarah!” A sharp, familiar voice sliced through the air.

Lifting her head, disbelief painted across her features, Sarah saw Errol at the end of the corridor, with Kallie beside him. Kallie, whose recovery was nearly complete, moved with only a slight hesitation in her steps. Errol stayed close to Kallie, ready to support her at any moment.

As Errol’s eyes landed on Sarah, crouched in degradation, he frowned. The sight of her, so defeated, was unexpected.

Sarah’s relief at seeing Errol was overwhelmed by a profound sense of shame. Standing there, disheveled and humiliated in front of her fiancé and—worse—under Kallie’s contemptuous gaze, was deeply humiliating. Sarah bowed her head, desperate to shield her flushed face from their scrutinizing eyes.

Kallie, seizing the moment to twist the knife further, taunted Sarah. “What’s the matter? It’s only been a few days, Miss Miller. Don’t you recognize me?” Her voice dripped with faux concern. “I’m curious how you’ve been managing here. Have you had time to reflect on your actions? Realized any of your mistakes yet?”

Sarah’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

Errol, stepping forward, attempted to bridge the gap, his voice tinged with frustration, “Didn’t you hear Kallie addressing you?”

Feeling utterly betrayed, Sarah whispered back, a mixture of hurt and accusation in her tone, “You’re my fiancé. Why do you always take her side?”

Errol massaged his temples, his patience wearing thin. “You’re still so stubborn, even now.”

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