Chapter 880

Brysen, gripping Kallie’s hand, attempted to form words, her mouth moving soundlessly in a desperate effort to communicate.

“Miss Nixon.” Neal quickly stepped in, his expression tinged with feigned concern.

“Brysen’s still not stable. The doctor warned us not to upset her. It might be best if you left for now.”

Kallie wanted to say more, but the sight of Brysen thrashing about and hurling objects in distress made her bite back her words. She couldn’t shake off the guilt, believing Brysen resented her and couldn’t bear her presence. She surmised if that was the case, she would keep her distance.

As Neal led Kallie to the door, Kallie was reminded of her original intention to visit. She withdrew a check from her purse.

“I see how deeply you care for Brysen,” she said, handing it over.

“Though you’ve taken time off work, with Brysen’s situation so unpredictable, it’s prudent to have some funds on hand for any emergencies.”

A flicker of glint sparked briefly in Neal’s eyes, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared, unnoticed by Kallie.

Neal shook his head in refusal.

“Kallie, I appreciate it, but I can’t accept this. I committed to look after Brysen. Accepting money now would compromise the sincerity of my intentions.”

Kallie quickly said, “My only wish is for Brysen to find some serenity in her life. Brysen doesn’t want to see me now, and my visits will be few and far between. If you accept it, I’ll feel more at ease.”

With a sigh, Neal conceded.

м๏гє υρ∂คтєร คт gคlภ๏שєlร.ς๏๓ “Alright, I’ll hold onto this money for Brysen. Once she’s better, I’ll make sure it gets to her.”

Observing Neal’s seemingly genuine expression, Kallie realized she might have been wrong to label Brysen as foolishly naive in romance. It was reassuring to see that someone was genuinely looking out for Brysen.

After seeing Kallie off, Neal’s face twisted into a cunning smirk. He flamboyantly waved the check, a triumphant chuckle escaping his lips as he strolled back inside.

Brysen had ceased her frantic scrambling. The sound of Neal’s footsteps caused her to stiffen abruptly, and she hastily gathered the scattered items around her, feigning nonchalance as she watered the plants, as if her earlier breakdown hadn’t happened.

Noticing Brysen’s nervous demeanor, Neal couldn’t help but grin malevolently. He raised his voice, his tone dripping with deceit.

“See, Kallie is such an easy mark. She actually believes I care about you.”

Brysen’s body went rigid, her hands gripping the watering can like a lifeline. Regardless of Neal’s provoking words, she stood still, too scared to stand up to him.

Brysen’s memory had been returning in fragments since her arrival, and one horrifying fact was crystal clear. Neal was among those who had raped and abused her. She belatedly realized Neal was the very definition of a slimy hypocrite, a real lowlife who couldn’t be trusted.

Regrettably, his acting skills were top-notch, and he had successfully duped Kallie.

Brysen tried to keep her regained memories a secret, but Neal was one step ahead and poisoned her, rendering her mute forever.

Initially, Brysen considered fleeing. However, after enduring days of relentless abuse, she lost all hope. She knew escaping was futile because Clayton, the true mastermind of her misery, was still out there. Escape would only lead to capture, and Clayton would ensure her fate was far grimmer.

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