Chapter 610



Kallie’s heart ached for Cara. She had never meant to drag Clayton and Cara into her nightmare. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “This is all my fault.” Her voice softened with sincerity. “I’ll find the best doctors in the world. I’ll make sure Cara gets the help she needs.”

Clayton offered a bittersweet smile. “You don’t need to blame yourself. I’m just grateful we managed to save her at all costs. I’m relieved that she’s safe. Losing the baby was a tragedy. But maybe now she can find peace and rebuild her life.”

Kallie noticed the sadness and helplessness reflected in Clayton’s eyes. She was at a loss for words to comfort him for a moment, so she just said, “Everything will be better. It’s going to be fine.”

Elsewhere, Saniya awoke in the dungeon. Her body was submerged up to her chest in freezing water, making each breath a struggle. Panic gripped her as she was overwhelmed by a bone-deep cold and a gripping terror.

“Is anyone around?” Saniya screamed, her voice echoing off the damp walls, struggling against the chains that held her down.

The cold gnawed at Saniya, and she cursed aloud, “Where the hell is everyone? Are you all dead? Do you even know who I am? Let me out!”

With a slow creak, the door to the dungeon opened. A group of men marched in, led by Griffin.

Griffin’s face was a mask of fury, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent as he stared down at Saniya.

Saniya trembled for a brief moment but quickly steeled herself. She shouted at Griffin with defiance, “What the hell is this? Why am I here?”

Griffin’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “I had my suspicions, but now they are confirmed. You’ve been working with Kallie all along. You traitorous wretch! Haven’t we treated you well enough? And this is how you repay us? You thought you could betray us and get away with it?”

Saniya’s eyes widened in shock. How had they found out so quickly? But she wasn’t ready to give up. “Yes, I’ve worked with Kallie, but I didn’t betray the Perry family. You need proof. You can’t just throw accusations without evidence.”

Griffin sneered, “You want proof? Fine. I’ll show them to you. But until then, you’ll stay here. I’m in no rush. We’ll talk about your release when you’re ready to confess and admit.”

Saniya’s face drained of color as Griffin turned to leave. “Griffin! Please!”

She began with furious curses, but her voice soon turned into desperate pleas.

Griffin found Ernesto waiting outside the dungeon, Ernesto’s face drawn with anger as he sat in his wheelchair.

“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with her,” Griffin muttered.

Ernesto’s fists clenched, his chest heaving with rage. “Damn Saniya! If not for her, none of this would have happened.”

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