âCan you believe it? Youâve actually tried to kill me, not just once, but three times, with genuine intent.
And now, just because we share the same blood, you think I should forgive you?â
Daveyâs composed facade momentarily faltered.
With measured composure, he stated, âIn the past, I was unaware.
But dwelling on that wonât help us move forward; we need to focus on the future.
Being my daughter wonât bring you any disadvantages.
And just so you know, Iâll protect you from anyone who has ever wronged you, regardless of who they are.
â
Raegan had never witnessed such audacity and deluded behavior.
How could he say such a thing, urging her to disregard the past? After enduring his attempts on her life not once, not twice, but thriceâ¦
And enduring her motherâs captivity⦠If it werenât for him, her life wouldnât have been so fraught with turmoil, and her adoptive father wouldnât have died innocently.
Daveyâs brazen claim that sheâd suffer no disadvantage in the days ahead was like salt in her wounds.
Every loss, every trial, every tear had all bore his mark.
She, who should have been cherished by her mother, endured a life marred by chaos.
âDavey, are you delusional? Iâll never recognize you as my father.
Iâll take my mom and leave.
Youâve imprisoned her for years and your hands are stained with the blood of innocents!â Raeganâs eyes bore into him as she spoke, her determination unwavering.
âPeople like you belong in hell!â
Davey, unfazed by Raeganâs fury, offered a soft smile.
âIt seems we canât come to an agreement.
â
He waved his hand dismissively.
âBut it didnât matter.
We three will have a lot of time together, and youâll see what a good father I can be.
â
Raegan eyed Davey warily, uncertain of his next move.
But she didnât have to wait long to find out.
Davey summoned a servant and ordered, âPack the young ladyâs belongings and get them on the plane.
â
Seeing Raeganâs ashen face, Davey calmly explained, âWeâre leaving soon.
â
Raegan was dumbfounded, paralyzed by shock.
Davey intended to whisk away both her and Casey.
Raegan knew Daveyâs cunning well, his expertise in hiding Casey for decades a testament to his skill.
Once taken away this time, she might bid farewell to her father, her brother, her children, and all she held dear.
âI wonât go! Period!â Raegan hurled a chair and bolted for the door.
But before she could reach it, Davey seized her arm, binding her wrists with his tie, and carried her downstairs.
Time was of the essence.
Their location might have been compromised.
They had to flee immediately.
Outside, arrangements were made.
Once they left, Davey could hide them as before.
Bound and hoisted over Daveyâs shoulder, Raegan was powerless to break free, no matter how fiercely she fought.
Near the doorway, Raegan spotted a servant escorting Casey toward the waiting helicopter.
From Daveyâs shoulder, Raegan screamed, âMom! Mom! Run! Donât board the plane! Run!â
Casey glanced at Raegan, momentarily perplexed.
But she didnât react.
It seemed yesterdayâs clarity was a fleeting moment for Raegan.