Chapter 377



Kallie clicked her tongue. “I did intend to release Miss Miller, but her animosity persists,” she remarked coolly. “If she’s freed, who’s to say she won’t seek vengeance as she has before?”

“Kallie!” Sarah’s eyes burned with hatred from beneath her disheveled hair. “Look at me. Aren’t you satisfied yet?”

Kallie’s reply was icy. “Hardly satisfied. What you’ve endured is nothing compared to the grief you’ve caused me over the past years.”

Sarah sneered, her voice laced with venom, “Before, you were nothing but a mute fool, trying to steal my man. You got what you deserved!”

Kallie sighed, her gaze flickering to Errol, who was visibly distressed. “The victim is at fault, huh? Errol, as you can see, my own safety is at stake. She remains a threat.”

In a moment of frustration, Errol pinned Sarah to the ground more roughly than intended. “It’s your own doing. I hoped for some reflection from you, but you’re unchanged.”

Errol then delivered an ultimatum. “Sarah, if you expect me to take you out today, you’ll kneel and apologize to Kallie.”

“No!” The refusal came from Sarah’s gritted teeth.

Kallie, dismissive, waved her hand. “Forget it then. Take Miss Miller back inside.”

At Kallie’s command, the gatekeepers by the door seized Sarah, dragging her toward the grim familiarity of the small, dark room.

Seeing the door to her personal hell once more, Sarah broke.

With frantic desperation, Sarah tore free and knelt before Kallie, her head bowing repeatedly in a display of forced submission, driven by a mix of fear and deep-seated resentment.

Sarah’s voice was a hoarse whisper, laden with desperation. “I’m sorry, Kallie. It’s all my fault. I won’t cross you again. Please, just don’t send me back to that room.”

Kallie observed Sarah from above, her expression unreadable. She was no fool. She understood Sarah’s apology was merely a tactic for reprieve. Beneath that contrite facade, Kallie knew hatred seethed, but none of that mattered to her. Revenge, if necessary, should be a slow, deliberate affair.

Turning to Errol, Kallie gave a dismissive nod. “Take her away.”

Errol extended his hand to help Sarah, but as she stood, her strength gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground, seemingly unconscious.

With no other option, Errol hoisted Sarah up and carried her out.

As they passed Kallie, Sarah’s eyelids fluttered open, shooting Kallie a venomous glare, tinged with a defiant smirk.

Sarah’s gaze suggested she was content that she still held a significant place in Errol’s heart, and that alone was a victory over Kallie, at least in what she perceived.

In Sarah’s mind, once she secured her position as Errol’s wife, dealing with Kallie would be trivial. To her, Kallie was nothing more than a loser, destined to be overshadowed and trampled underfoot.

Charlee’s birthday banquet soon arrived. Kallie’s legs were nearly back to normal, though she hadn’t stopped searching for Tyrone all this while, she had found no leads. Burdened by self-blame, Sophie could find no peace; her appetite waned. The stress had caused her to lose weight, and Kallie couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

In hopes of lifting Sophie’s spirits, Kallie decided to take her to the banquet, hoping that the lively atmosphere would provide a much-needed distraction.

As anticipated, the Martel family treated Kallie like an honored guest, attending to her every need with meticulous care. However, it was the Reeves family that commanded the most respect. Representing the Reeves family, Stan and Melinda made an appearance at the event.

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