Chapter 662



Yet, despite Linsey’s advice, Kallie ventured off alone. She reasoned she had no adversaries here. Plus, it was the territory under the Morgan family’s control. The notion that anyone might dare confront her in this place seemed far-fetched. However, Kallie soon discovered she had gravely misjudged the true nature of her circumstances.

Gradually distancing herself from the gathering, the suffocating sensation still clung to Kallie, escalating into panic.

Seeking solace, Kallie retreated to a secluded spot. After a moment’s hesitation, she pulled out her phone. She accessed a hidden album—a secret cache of images featuring her and Jake with the twins immediately after their birth. At that time, the twins had been frail, confined to incubators.

Despite the gravity of their condition, Kallie’s gaze at the time was imbued with hope and deep affection. She had endured much to bring the twins into the world.

Chloe, the younger and smaller of the two, had been declared by doctors to have slim chances of survival. Miraculously, she had prevailed.

However, Kallie had been robbed of the chance to watch Chloe grow. Following Chloe’s and Jake’s disappearance, she spent countless nights weeping over these photos.

To manage her overwhelming grief, she had concealed the album. Now, reopening it, the old heartache surged once more. Kallie extended her hand, her fingers tenderly gliding over Chloe’s face, as if savoring the feel of her cheek. Then, her touch shifted to Jake’s face. Even years later, his visage remained vivid in her memory. She could recall every feature, no need for photographs to refresh her mind.

As Kallie was engrossed in her memories, she failed to notice someone sneaking up behind her.

Suddenly, her instincts kicked in. A shiver shot through her as she spotted the shadow cast by a nearby streetlight—hers and another— inching closer.

Kallie acted unaware, timing her move perfectly to sidestep as the man lunged, sending him tumbling to the ground with a grunt.

Seizing the moment, Kallie dashed ahead.

“Stop right there, you wretched woman!” the man shouted after her. He picked himself up and gave chase as fast as his legs would carry him.

The wind howled in Kallie’s ears as she sprinted, frantically punching Linsey’s number into her phone.

Just as Kallie neared a crowd, several figures emerged unexpectedly.

Caught off guard, Kallie was tackled to the ground by the leader of the group.

The assailants were skilled. They quickly pinned her arms and legs and clamped a hand over her mouth.

Just as Kallie’s call connected, her phone clattered to the ground, its screen lighting up the dark.

Linsey’s voice came through softly. “Hello, Kallie? Why are you silent? Is something the matter?”

An elderly man drew near, ended the call abruptly, and threw the phone into a nearby lake.

Kallie felt a sting of anguish in her eyes. Her concern wasn’t for the phone or the fading chance of rescue. Her thoughts were on the photos of Chloe and Jake stored on it. They were her only keepsakes of them.

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