I tenderly patted the back of her hand and whispered comforting words.
âDonât be afraid.
Everything will be over soon.
â
After comforting her, I released Debraâs hand and proceeded with calm determination.
I signaled to someone to open the car door and extracted Alexandria from the vehicle, laying her on the ground.
I then gave a cue to the doctor I had previously arranged to come to Alexandriaâs aid.
After a brief moment, Alexandria regained consciousness.
She appeared significantly more worn and uneasy after her brush with death.
When her eyes met mine, she shook uncontrollably, filled with dread.
Any signs of her previous resentment or defiance had vanished.
Recognizing the opportune moment, I inquired, âAlexandria, could you send a message to Cory, asking him to bring Dylan back now?â
Overwhelmed by her recent ordeal, Alexandria frantically nodded and struggled to rise.
She quickly retrieved her mobile phone and composed a message to Cory.
Once the message was sent, she displayed her phone to me, her voice laden with urgency.
âIâve asked Cory to bring Dylan back.
He will be safely returned soon.
â
I chose not to respond verbally.
Instead, I simply allowed a silent sigh of relief to wash over me internally.
It appeared my risk was well-founded.
Debraâs tears of joy flowed freely, her eyes alight with astonishment.
Alexandria then turned to me, desperation clear in her gaze.
âIâve done what you asked.
Please, let me go.
â
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Her plea struck me as absurd.
Alexandria was clearly frightened now, but her realization had come too late.
The individual responsible for harming my family would face severe consequences, but now was not the moment to address Alexandriaâs fate.
I said nothing, simply standing to the side with patience, awaiting Coryâs response.
True to Alexandriaâs instructions, Cory acted promptly.
His call came within two minutes.
The sudden ring of the phone jolted Alexandria, and she looked at me with palpable fear.
I nodded calmly, signaling her to take the call.
Alexandria answered the phone and switched it to speaker mode.
Coryâs voice came through, tinged with confusion.
âWhatâs wrong? What happened? Why are you telling me to send the boy back? Didnât you want revenge on Debra? Werenât you plotting against her only son?â
Before he could finish, Alexandria cut him off with a desperate shout.
âShut up! Just send the kid back.
No more talk!â
Sensing the urgency in her tone, Cory asked tentatively, âAre you in trouble?â
Panic stricken, Alexandria yelled back.
âJust shut it.
Iâm fine, but Iâve realized keeping the boy alive is more beneficial.
Bring him back now.
â
Surprised by her change in tone, Cory pressed further.
âI see.
Do you have a new plan? Are you sure it will work?â