Chapter 946



If not for her two other children waiting at home, she would have scoured every corner of the city until she found Elma.

Reluctantly, Kallie returned home, her heart heavy with worry.

But when she stepped through the door, a surprising sight greeted her.

Brysen, who had always kept to herself and acted out in distress, was sitting quietly with Sophie and Calvin.

She wasn’t withdrawn or resistant.

Instead, she offered them a small, genuine smile as they played nearby.

A servant approached, sharing some good news.

Brysen had eaten well today and seemed livelier, her spirit showing faint signs of revival.

Relief washed over Kallie, and for the first time in days, a genuine smile broke through her worry.

She sat beside Brysen, gently patting her head.

“Don’t worry,” Kallie whispered, her voice filled with quiet determination.

“As long as I’m here, I’ll never let anyone hurt you.

I’ll protect all of you, I promise.”

Brysen turned her gaze to Kallie, and in a tender, unexpected moment, she lifted a flower crown she had made and placed it gently on Kallie’s head.

Kallie’s eyes widened with surprise and joy, her heart soaring.

“Brysen, you understand me, don’t you?” she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

But Brysen’s expression shifted, her face clouded with confusion.

Kallie’s excitement dimmed, the spark of hope flickering out.

A doctor had once warned Kallie that Brysen’s condition was fragile.

The years of suffering had taken a brutal toll on Brysen, both mentally and physically.

The trauma Brysen had endured left deep scars, and the doctor had stressed that any emotional upheaval could have devastating consequences.

Even the risk of Brysen harming herself was a grim reality they had to be cautious about.

Healing had to be a slow, careful process.

Kallie gently squeezed Brysen’s hand, an overwhelming wave of sadness pressing against her chest.

“It’s okay,” she whispered.

“We’ll take it one step at a time.

I believe you can get better.”

At that moment, Sophie ran up to her, her small face serious and determined.

“Mom,” she whispered urgently.

“I found something out.

A boy in Elma’s class said he saw Elma being taken away by a woman.”

“A woman?” Kallie echoed, her brows knitting in confusion.

It didn’t make sense.

She couldn’t recall any woman she might have angered or wronged.

But then, a troubling thought surfaced, suspicion creeping in.

Could it be Lacey? If it was, then Elma might be with Jake.

The realization made Kallie’s heart race, her calm facade cracking.

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