Chapter 1141

Chapter 1141:

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Davey's expression hardened. “Since that’s the case, I’ll grant you your wish.”

He clapped his hands and a door opened, echoing through the room.

Bathed in bright light, Raegan realized she was in what appeared to be a cold storage room.

Davey was unaffected by the cold, thanks to his specially designed clothing.

A figure dressed in black entered pushing a wheelchair. The bright reflection hid the identity of the person sitting there.

Davey walked over, took control of the wheelchair and pushed it until the seated woman became clearly visible.

Raegan was speechless at the sight. A flood of childhood memories flooded through her. Memories of her mother singing her lullabies to sleep and holding her hand as they bought ice cream flashed through her mind.

Despite the passage of time, her mother's face remained extraordinarily young, barely touched by the years.

Raegan's lips trembled and she finally whispered, "Mom..." Her voice rang with a deep sadness, as if they had been separated for centuries.

Casey showed no response to Raegan's call for "Mom."

Desperate to hug Casey, Raegan found herself stiff-legged.

As she tried to move, she fell to her knees. She tried to crawl toward Casey, her vision blurred by tears, repeatedly mumbling, “Mommy… Mommy…”

However, Casey looked at her indifferently, as if she didn't recognize her daughter.

Just as Raegan approached Casey, Davey cruelly stepped on Raegan's toes, his expression icy. "You see, Casey doesn't care about you at all."

Raegan noticed that Casey wasn't even looking up. Something was deeply wrong. It seemed like Casey had suffered a tremendous shock to end up in such a state.

Davey handed Casey back to the black-clad assistant, careful not to reveal too much.

Ever since Casey had seen Jimena's lifeless body, she had been in that state, unresponsive, motionless, and expressionless.

Yet he continued eating, functioning mechanically like a robot.

Medical professionals had been unable to identify any illness, attributing his condition to severe shock.

This time, however, it was clear that Casey wasn't faking her condition.

Davey had run numerous tests and Casey had not responded to any stimuli, including the recent attempt to elicit a response by introducing Raegan.

Casey was hooked up to machines that monitored her heart rate.

Normally, any parent reunited with a long-lost child would show some fluctuation in heart rate, especially someone like Casey, who loved her children deeply.

But Casey was still as indifferent as ever, even when Raegan called her name, and her heart rate didn't change.

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