Chapter 815

Chapter 815:

The louder they screamed, the more exhilarated he felt.

It was through this perverse game that Hector believed he had finally discovered the meaning of life.

Suddenly, laughter erupted from him, echoing eerily within the empty confines of the basement.

He no longer felt fear.

A dagger had pierced his chest, the blade sinking deep and staining his shirt crimson.

As death loomed closer, a strange calmness washed over Hector.

After all, he had already taken many lives.

Leaning against the cold wall, he allowed his eyes to close.

At that very moment, a long-buried memory surfaced—the conversation he had overheard from behind the basement door suddenly became crystal clear.

The woman who had kidnapped him said, “Why are you in such a hurry?”

A man responded, urgency lacing his tone, “Quick, let the boy out! We’ve taken the wrong one!”

“What? Then whose child is he?”

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The man answered, his voice trembling with anxiety, “He’s Aldin Lyons’s son! His mother has fainted from searching for him, and the Lyons family has called the police. If we’re discovered, we’re done for!”

“Oh my God, the Lyons family!” the woman gasped, her voice trembling with terror.

Their operation had always been about money—trafficking children for profit. But this? Abducting a child from a family as powerful as the Lyons family meant courting disaster, a wrath far beyond anything they could handle.

Hector’s eyes snapped open.

His heart thundered in his chest, only to slow, weakened by the relentless loss of blood.

He never imagined the truth was like this; that woman was a human trafficker, not someone his mother had invited to teach him a lesson.

How had he not understood the meaning of that overheard conversation all those years ago?

Perhaps his own pain had blinded him to the truth.

Hector’s trembling hands clenched into fists as a hoarse whisper escaped his lips.

“Mom…”

A single tear slid down the corner of his eye.

His mother had fallen gravely ill while searching for him.

She had already been weakened by postpartum complications, and the relentless stress of looking for her missing son had only worsened her condition, ultimately claiming her life.

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