âNo, thatâs not true.
They just couldnât find her.
â Mitchel stared into Lucianaâs eyes and asserted, âSheâs not dead.
Luciana found herself powerless to stop him.
Following that, Mitchel tirelessly scoured the riverbanks in search of Raegan for seven consecutive days and nights and barely allowed himself any rest.
But a full week later, he was forced to come home by Luciana and the bodyguards.
Mitchel had always been meticulous about his appearance.
But now, his eyes were sunken, and his face was adorned with stubble.
Upon seeing her sonâs disheveled appearance, Luciana embraced him tightly and wept.
âMitchel, donât scare me.
Youâre my life! You mean everything to me!â
âI donât want to Live anymore,â Mitchel responded.
His pallid lips quivered as he said these painful words, âMom, can I trade my life for hers?â
Luciana clutched his arm with an iron grip and implored, âAbsolutely not! If you were to die, I wouldnât be able to go on living either.
â
Boom! Mitchelâs body swayed briefly and then collapsed to the floor.
Lucianaâs eyes widened in panic, and she cried out, âDoctor! Somebody call a doctor!â
âs BunnyBookery The room erupted into chaos.
In the basement, Jamie had been confined here for two weeks.
Throughout this time, the villaâs staff would come down and toss food and water to her as if feeding a dog.
Furthermore, no one had sought medical attention for her.
It appeared that they intentionally allowed her injuries to worsen.
The large scars itched and throbbed, leading Jamie to inadvertently scratch at them.
As a consequence, her wounds were extended.
With heavy humidity yet without proper medical treatment, Jamieâs wounds had rotten.
Due to the darkness in this basement, Jamie couldnât quite make out things.
On one fateful day, the door was opened again.
Jamie heard the heavy footsteps in leather shoes approaching, drawing nearer and nearer.
She saw a glimmer of hope and crawled toward the sound, âJarrod⦠Jarrod, is that you?â
Eventually, the footsteps of the leather shoes stopped right in front of her.
âYouâre right.
Itâs me.
â
Jarrodâs voice sounded unusually hoarse.
It was as if this was his first time to speak after many days.
At Jarrodâs voice, Jamie cried out loud.
âThey didnât give me anything to treat my injuries.
Iâm so uncomfortable.
I feel Like itâs getting worse.
It really hurts! I know I did something wrong.
But please, send a doctor to treat me.
It really hurts so much.
I canât take it anymore.
Iâd rather die than stay here.
â
If only Jamie knew that the injuries on her upper body had already rotted.
Even if a doctor came and treated her, it wouldnât make any difference.
Besides, she would only suffer because the procedure was very painful.
It was already impossible to restore her original appearance.
Worse was she would probably have a_ horrifying disfigurement.
At this moment, Jarrod didnât even want to look at Jamie.
âIs it more unbearable than death?â Jarrod asked indifferently.
Jamie nodded repeatedly.
âYes! Yes, itâs more painful than death!â
The wounds made her feel like thousands of ants crawled all over her body.
It was itchy and painful at the same time.
Such a feeling really drove her nuts.