Chapter 673: Chapter 673

Chapter 673:

Skyla found herself at a loss for words. She thought of how different things might have been if the Gill family had shown Harlee kindness over the past twenty years. Skyla’s heart throbbed with a pain that was both deep and raw. No amount of retribution could ease the sting of the Gill family’s cruelty.

How could anyone be so devoid of empathy?

Skyla’s eyes lingered on Harlee’s tender gaze, stirring a deep ache within her heart. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing the cheek of the daughter she had yearned to see for the past two decades.

At that moment, she resolved to bury her longstanding grudge against the Gill family. It was time to free her daughter from the weight of her worries.

“Having you back after all these years is enough,” Skyla murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Harlee, observing the struggle behind Skyla’s guarded facade, chose not to call attention to it. Instead, she offered a gentle diversion.

“It’s getting late. Let’s leave the sadness behind and get some rest.”

Harlee then shifted the conversation, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

“Should you head back and join my dad, or would you rather stay here with me tonight?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Skyla replied, “I’m staying right here with you.”

Embracing Harlee tightly, Skyla held on as if fearing her daughter might vanish if she dared let go. This time, Harlee made no move to pull away.

As the clock struck three, the quiet of the night enveloped them. Skyla, now comforted by Harlee’s presence, had slipped into a peaceful slumber.

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Harlee, who had briefly dozed off beside Skyla, stealthily opened her eyes. She carefully extracted herself, ensuring Skyla was well covered, and then slipped into the bathroom with her phone.

Harlee’s fingers hovered over the screen, activating a clandestine application tied to the enigmatic Shadow Moon Society. She pressed the ominously flashing red button.

As Robbie’s call finally went through, he murmured, “Harlee…”

Upon hearing his frail voice, a surge of concern washed over Harlee. She realized Robbie had been missing for several days.

For the members of the Shadow Moon Society, an absence like that could only mean either a secretive getaway or dire peril. The latter seemed more plausible for Robbie.

Staring intently at the screen, Harlee’s voice took on an icy edge.

“What happened, Robbie?”

His hands trembling, Robbie lowered his phone briefly and then lifted it again, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Harlee, I fear I might never see you again…”

Harlee’s gaze sharpened, her eyes narrowing with alarm.

“Where are you now?”

Robbie, struggling with the effort, tried to scan his surroundings with the camera.

“I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar here. I managed to make this call only because of your special setup.”

As Harlee scrutinized Robbie’s backdrop on her screen, her pulse quickened. Those were unmistakably cold, metal walls of a shipping container. The sight triggered a flood of grim memories.

She had once been confined within a similar metal prison by a notorious underworld leader during her days undercover. Yet something about this situation didn’t add up.

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